PuppetsA Poem by The Weirdo, The Geniuse, The EmoJust a short poemPuppetsBy: Peyton JonesWe are all but puppets, controled by society We are controled by greed, and fame We thrive on our pety little lives with no verity When i think of us, i shake my head in shame Im am a sad little puppet, but i live my life free Im a Socal Outcast, a loser, lame But one day they will relize, life is so much more fun if you listen to me But for now I cry in lonlyness, so alone, but its all the same I cover my true fealing and pretend to be happy Im a painted lil puppet, I hide to stay sane But its to late, this little painted puppet is lost and gone Listen to what he has leanred and try to be like me Paint you fealing, hide you pain To the rest of this world of puupets, its all the same © 2009 The Weirdo, The Geniuse, The EmoAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 20, 2009 AuthorThe Weirdo, The Geniuse, The EmoPensacola, FLAboutIm a 13 year old boy from sweet home alabama, many people say that im a geniuse, and many more say im goth and emo, people say im punk and scene, and everyone says im a weirdo, but it all bioles down .. more..Writing
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