The Puppet In Us

A Poem by Writefor

It was something i wrote idk if its any good or how to classify it but i like it and so does others, just wanted to post and get opinions by others

“F**k you!!!! Your lying and know nothing about what is going on!!!” He was yelling again it was the same thing over and over again, it never changed it was how he was right and nothing you said was true. Lier, dummy, all that is all there was, he was right and the world was wrong. He was the master puppeteer and you, you're his puppet your what the world sees. The crowd looks on only to stare as you struggle under his rain, as you fight back for your life. There stares hold on you as your drowned, as you fight only to die under all the pain. Only to end our fight and follow the master.

Like a sapling trying to break the ground and grow into a tree. Trying to show its difference from the others, trying to find your own way out only to be denied by a strong being. What are we, the ones that are pushed around, the ones cut down before we can florist.

Why are we the ones pulled by the string of blood that tie us to them. Why do we fight a losing battle. Why do we try to stand when we are held in place by cement. Why, why, why its simple we are the ones the world has forgotten. We are the ones that the world crushes, the ones that society say are wrong, suicidal by our own choice. The Emo, Goth, rejects. What are those, their names placed on people who have demons, the ones pulled by there puppeteers and want to break free, the ones who fight the losing battle. We are the ones with no voice the ones that are nothing we are the puppets, the saplings.

That's wrong we are something, we are fighters. We are people, we are strong. We are powerful we have a voice. We have the strength that no one else has, we will fight and keep fighting. Some of use may give in but there are others that stand for them. We are the new Jews the ones put into the concentration camps. But our camps are viable they are all around. The world is ours, the puppeteers, the men with there trackers society. We fight back, next time you see one of use don’t help make our camp we will make it out of it.

We are the people you see in the corner of the room hiding in the dark afraid to come out into the light. We don’t fear the light we hid from it so that society and the puppeteer can’t find us. We are fighters we fight everyday to win that losing battle. Its a battle with demons and we will win, we are not different we are just like you but we haven’t given in. We will fight what about you? Will you fight or will you join in with the puppeteer and society, or will you stand and fight. We fight so others can one day walked outside and not be called Rejects. We the rejects now fight for them, to stop the mental and physical abuse the world has in it. Bullying maybe just one of them but there are many that the would has yet to see, has yet to acknowledge.