Marionette

She's trapped

by tightened strings

commanded to do;

to dance, to sing

 

No freedom of her own

her heart screams

as her puppetmaster charades

all she does is dream

 

little by little

finding strength in herself

she slowly but surely

climbs down from her shelf

 

her strings sever

she's in control

sadness evaporates

she's hers to console.

Reviews

[Frantzuu]

Very emotional piece, and well expressed. Great job :D

[Mistaken]

this is amazing! lol if you haven't already i think you sould check out THE PUPPETEER by hope.

I think you'll like it