Dance Puppets, Dance

All things lost will be eventually found

If someone screams, you hear the sound.

The thing they forget to tell you though,

Something that is no longer lost can once again become so.

 

When all you hear people speak of is positive,

The world tends to forget its sister, negative.

Sure, the glass can be half full and not half empty;

You forget that the glass could be shattered completely.

 

Perhaps it’s these things that made me forget the pain,

That false hope of happier things that had been lain…

But I’ve woken up from my slumber of dreams,

And it’s time for me to remember how to scream.

 

The things he spoke made me want to see

But I resisted, and stayed how I’m supposed to be.

Again, and again I heard him speak

And each time, it just made me want to seek.

 

Soon I didn’t even realize, he had won,

The change in my glass had already begun.

I didn’t see any pieces that were shattered,

I saw a glass that was whole, and that’s all that mattered.

 

As long as he was near, I saw as everyone else did,

I became as them, a puppet that acted on what was bid.

It was happiness, or so I had thought;

As soon as he left, my puppet strings began to rot.

 

He was gone, he just left, and I missed him.

Everything started to go back, it all became dim.

My old self was returning to me

I remembered how to see.

 

The glass I thought was whole turned out to be shattered still

There was nothing left to bother to fill.

I remembered again, the truth of it all;

Those poor b******s don’t even know that soon they will fall.

 

He left me alone and thought I’d still see their way

But as soon as he had left, I remembered that day.

I’ll never go back to the way they live; it’s all a lie,

Knowing the truth is the better way to live by

 

-Victoria Nakis

Author's Note

I'm a terrible speller and sometimes forget to check my work before it post it. Tell me what you think anyways.