Needles and knots
Keep me together
I'm just a rag doll
On strings
I wonder
Can anyone see the puppet master?
Not God or some higher power
But an evil man
A sick man
Needles and knots keep my grin wide
And my secrets in
Because with out them
Without this pain
I would cease to be me
Oh, what a tragedy that would be
Or so I'm told
I meant to be this rag doll
With my mouth sewn shut
My voice forever silenced
But I can't handle it
I will pull on my strings
And bring the puppet master
Down to my level
Where I'll watch him bleed
And laugh as his soul dies
I will no longer be his rag doll
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Written March 14th, 2006
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I like this piece a lot because i wrote something close to it. It has more than just a painful memory to me and no one should say that they are just a rag doll, though I can't speak. I've used that metaphor a lot. But I hope that you find happiness and never have to feel like you're nothing but a rag doll again because it really sucks.
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whoops...i was late to critique this my friend...but it is a very original piece of work that you have come up with..keep up the good writing buddy! ---Brian
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*bows* I AM NOT WORTHY!
Grim. Very grim. Reminds me of myself. A well earned applause, and also, well-done to any others that may seek this out.
It has good flow and use of words, good language, a few "." or "," could be placed here and there - but that is just my own personal taste, it works good as it is.
Good job, boyo/girlo/wahever.
Jonathan aka Neko Mimi Mode Desu -
I really enjoyed this poem! Great imagery and I feel like sometimes I can totally relate. Good job!
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Great poem
I loved the imagery here 
Good narrative Keep writing, this was a wonderfully dark piece- what do you mean you're jealous
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All the best
Pozo
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