Poetry

Sadistic
Pulling my strings
Merely for you’re own pleasure
Feeding from my weakness
My tears fuel to the game
Am I being a good enough puppet for you?
Didn’t think so
Pull harder
Really see me unravel
The more I break
The more you smile
The whole world is the stage
I’m just the puppet
If only they would have given me a mind
Maybe I could pull the strings
Make a beautiful symphony
Play it out on the stage
So everyone can hear
Make them realize
This lie they all have been living masquerading as the truth
Just imagine the look on their face when they really see behind the projection
All the cogs in motion
Cleverly disguising the turmoil that lays within
The imperfect world
The dark core
Cold and destitute
Always seeking more