Puppets on strings

Amusement is pity in emotion.
Crying is weakness in the depths of lies.

Give me a dream and I'll give you the truth.

Being pulled by wires as if we are not humans, but merely puppets.
On a stage of respect, and tolerance.
The meaning of life is never to be withdrawn.
Yet, so many say they know.
Say they see, all the flaws, They see me.
As if I am unlucky, a liar in tears.
They just don't get it.

Inspiration is its own poem, writing each letter to the death of a person.
We die, We write words into the earth.
Others learn from our mistakes.
We are puppets sent to show others how to live.
The next generation lives as us.
As one.
We are one, trying to fight our way through grounds of disbelief and sorrow.

Meet me in the darkest place , You'll call me the darkest names.
The world relys on so many things just to get by.

Yet, We live. We strive.
Shouting out words to eachother.
Why do we hate the way we do.
By the appereance of others, by the things they do.
Learning to except others is learning to live.

Learn to live life with others. They , Like you, have no idea and are dumbstruck by the blinding silence.

Give me your tears that have been shed, I'll give you the lies that have been fed.