I am a puppet I move by these strings
You can make me dance and make me sing
All you have to do is pull my strings
I will do just about anything
I am a puppet there is no doubt
You can dress me up and take me out
Show me off to your closest friends
Then put me back when the evening ends
I am a puppet without a heart.
A show doll that has no smarts
I do not argue or talk back
You will never find me giving you flack
I am a puppet without feelings
That you have hung with out care from your ceiling
The months has pass since you locked me away.
The hours click by slowly everyday
I can not hurt so you say,
Then why is it that I feel this way
A puppet without a heart
Shouldn’t feel like she’s falling a part
I have no feelings, so it may seem
Then why is it that I can still dream
I am a puppet on these strings
Not a person, just a thing.
Oh yes, I've been here too, I've written similar things -- but your words are better, and I think the rhyme helps to spotlight the manipulations of the puppetmaster, but from your point of view. Some very good lines throughout, but the best, imo, are the one that speaks of having no feelings but still able to dream -- such poignancy there -- and those about being a show doll. Like a trophy.
I really like this piece. I feel like this constantly - especially with my mother. I love the way you repeated "I am a puppet" throughout your stanzas, the overall effect was very powerful. This is an awesomely written piece.
There is a lot of dark undertones to my thinking behind this - the feeling of being someones toy or plaything, being unable to live or breathe as you so wish and being shut away, imprisoned, when time ticks away in front of you.
Very nice write, disturbing but honest in the way this can happen to people. Liked the way you used the repetitive first four lines - think this adds to the impact.
This is a very good piece, also reminds me of a trophy wife too. I am sure there are many who can relate to this piece, I know I would have a few years ago. XX
Boy-o-boy, have i felt this way so many times, ugh! You've said it right, here. Yea, every day & every night i feel this way; and i think of the past as well. It has been haunting me for so damn long too. Bad times i've gone through being the puppet; them using the s**t out of me :( Yea, i feel u. Great write!
Nice work. What happens when the puppet does have feelings? Does she retaliate-try to break the chains, or do they content her? Make her feel safe? I like the metaphor, I think it's timeless- you have a great piece but I want to know more.
i think you are (i mean your subject here) is living within a glass cube. she is bound to know someday, glass can be broken! i like your poetry as usual.
I am a puppet there is no doubt,
you can dress me up and take me out.
Show me off to your closest friends,
then put me back when the evening ends.
I am a puppet without a heart,
a show doll that has no smarts.
I do not argue or talk back,
you will never find me giving you flack.
I am a puppet without feelings,
that you have hung with out care from your ceiling.
whewwwwwww what a scary piece........ u can also call this piece Trophy Wife...becuz thats how trophy wives are treated like.....a puppet......such a great metaphorical piece.
This is a very good piece, pulling me more than one way. I felt that you were a puppet, being tugged and told what to do, but at the same time I thought you had maybe decided the strings were not too bad, if fact the strings go both ways and you can tug the puppeteer. Well done with excellent imagery. The picture at the end, brilliant.
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