I Am Only a Marionette by DespicableMe1, literature
Literature
I Am Only a Marionette
I am only a marionette
Dancing on a string
Forced to entertain the masses
For joy I'm meant to bring.
I am only a puppet,
A plaything to be shown.
I can't escape the mass's will
Or make decisions of my own.
I am just an instrument
Forced to bend to standards.
I cannot rise and free myself
Against society's banners.
I am only a marionette,
Made for other's sake,
Made to do as others wish
Until the day I break.
Bleeding, aching, broken, blue,
All the fighting that I did for you.
Screaming, crying, falling, numb,
I tried but now I have no one.
Wheezing, pleading, snapping, dying,
A piece of me hoped you might be lying.
Lost and hopeless, drowned in despair.
I still reach for you but you're no longer there.
Innocent Purge by intricately-ordinary, literature
Literature
Innocent Purge
fingers not full grown
still manage to pull free
undesired calories
and a mother's fear
"honey, please"
says the mom who has too many
worries and wrinkles for
her daughter of nine
"please"
tears spring forth
from wells not seen
since her own pitiful choices
"you're already beautiful,
and there are so many better ways
please, please, please
don't make my same mistakes"
tiny fingers just long enough
to grasp at insecurities
and struggle with feelings
of inadequacy
I want to be pretty
drain her empty
in the filthiest of cleansings
the mind of a child can't comprehend irony,
and that is her only solution
"but mommy" she
Anxiety
is a fickle little bastard
that crawls in through
the cracks in my soul and upsets
any semblance of balance I
manage to temporarily achieve, happiness
and laughter are elusive, my moods
are capricious assholes, my breakdowns
are unforeseeable, my strangeness is not
beautiful, I am not artistically eccentric, I
am only unconventional sometimes because
I am tired of holding myself back
(I don’t remember
what it feels like
not to be restrained)
I am suffocating
under everything I’ve crammed inside, it
pushes out of the cracks, after
everything I am just so fed up
with being afraid, I hate
the child that speaks to me
in a s
Why do you look to the heavens
and ask the stars thousands of your lifetimes away
about the world around you
when you can get the answers
from a refusal to be ignorant
yet, you still choose to blind yourself in your hope
granted from the utter oblivion above
I understand, of course
a plane void of light sometimes seems like a brighter future
than the one I'm living too
listen to the crack of knuckles and the pop of joints
as the puppet finally decides to walk
walk?
more like crawl
dragging elbows and knees across the floor
stamina once sustained now falling down
to levels it never knew
it stops
and drops
back onto the floor
it had risen as far as it could go
at least i assume that's the most it can do
there's always the chance it just doesnt want to put the effort into trying to live
not anymore