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Marionette
You pick me up,
 You throw me down.
 My painted on smile
 Turns to a frown.
 
 Retrieve me when you're bored
 To entertain your quests,
 And all the bad you've done to me
 You once again forget.
 
 As I perform for your audience,
 And you dangle my mistakes on a string,
 I wish you weren't my puppeteer;
 I am unrestrained only in my reverie.
 
 I seem to have lost myself
 Beneath this polyester and clay,
 And sadly, my decrepit heart
 Gets farther off each day.
 
 You touch my worn-out cheek,
 And again you start to play.
 Please, preserve what's left of me
 Before it fades away.
 
 Little puppet on a string,
 That is your perception of me.
 I dare not  move 'till your command.
 You release a menacing laugh as I dangle from your hands.
 
 Tied and restrained
 Allows not much room to stir,
 I'm crippled now, and maimed.
 My invaliable dream fades into a blur.
 
 You've been reduced to a careless puppeteer,
 Everything I do is discreetly done in fear.
 I jump as you pull, I sit as you mull.
 My frail, gloved hands have cracked through the years.
 
 Seems as if you're the one with the cold, wooden heart.
 I am anxious for the day the two of us may part.
 Command me to dance, command me to sing.
 But call me by name, because I am not a "thing."
 
 With every tug you give
 My withered and frayed strings,
 You're also pulling my security,
 Taking it away from me.
 
 I remove myself, heart, soul, and mind,
 To a place of imagination.
 Knowing, in my return I'll find,
 A life of dissention, sorrow, and hatred.
 
 I spread my clay-made arms in the air,
 And I fly into the night.
 No more will your strings burden me,
 No more will I have to fight.
 
 I look away to the world below
 And inside I begin to wilt.
 This sinister world, wasting men before their time
 Fills me with unbelievable guilt.
 
 And I find in myself that small hint of light,
 Now I am independent and free, I know.
 And everyone's sadness and depression arose
 And returns to you with no solace or comfort to grow.
 
 And when I am gone, A puppet no more,
 Filled with remorse you'll go.
 Afraid of life and realization,
 Afraid of a world you'll never know.
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