ventriloquismA Poem by breanna.jpgdate written: April 15, 2015
i was hung up by strings
like a marionette in a class A act but the puppeteer was myself and i held the doll too high to deal with such altitude she cried and begged for mercy, the strings becoming worn leaving blood soaked rings from the tight grasp they held she was only doing as she was told so why the cruel punishment? how can i be both the puppet and the controller? i was killing myself with my standards set too high it was me leading to my demise no one else and there was not a damn thing i could do about it
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Added on August 3, 2015 Last Updated on August 3, 2015 Authorbreanna.jpgAbouti am a photographer and artist who has just recently taken a huge interest in poetry. i use it as a creative outlet to help channel my emotions. more..Writing
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