Helper

These hands are not my hands,

These lips are not my lips.

These bones are not my bones.

These scripts are only scripts.

These hands I use to bid thier will.

These lips I use to say "Life's a thrill."

These bones I used to play the puppet,

to them,

to life.

This is not my life.

Everyone elses life.

I am the side character-

of a show I'd rather not see.

A thriller I admit,

but the only one dying be me.

Telling them,

"I'll be okay."

Even when I know it's not my day.

I'm such a weary,

and helpful thing.

Taking meaning thanks,

by those who tug my string.

Make me dance.

Make me sing.

These hands I used to often lend,

so they could have a happy end.

These lips I used to smile wide,

to say,

"I'm fine,"

but know I lied.

These bones I used to dive right in.

Scratching inside of my skin,

because I know no one will see,

I'll tell you straight and simply.

Though my soul in this body,

on this earth,

dark and dotty.

Inside will never truly be,

the real me.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." You reminded me of Shakespeare in this, which can only be taken as a compliment. I understand your pain. It is so hard to go through life smiling so that others can stay happy when you really feel the weight of the world crushing your lungs so you can't even breathe. This was a great poem, and very thought provoking.

[Fornever Always]

Thank you for your comment! I truly, deeply, appreciate it

[Skai Rain]

A beautiful work with a lot of meaning. I can easily relate to it which only made it 10x better. Great job.