I'm like a puppet,
With broken strings
He was the puppet master,
That made me like this.
you found me,
And fixed me up,
Gave me life,
Gave me joy.
Without another thought,
I trusted you,
Told you everything,
That i knew.
I thought you were different,
not like him.
I turned out to be wrong,
you broke me again.
How can i trust you?
Your just like him.
The other guy,
I tried to put my trust in.
He didn't care one bit,
About how i was feeling.
He always used me,
Betrayed me,
Lied to me,
Tried to hide me,
Afraid someone would see how he was treating me.
Don't deny it you can see it yourself,
your not like you used to be.
Now your the puppet master,
That broke my strings,
The puppet master,
who for the last time,
Who broke me again.
A contest entry
- strong feelings by Violent Glass.
425 points, ended March 3, 2008, 67 entries
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Comments
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guys can be a**holes thats true but you just have to be carful thats all you can really do
ggood write thanx for entering -
well written n a great way of puttin ur thoughts out there
YUKIO__.
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yay i gets to read it now lol... really good poem.. me likes it very much
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awesomeness write, i love it the wording everything!! its great, lol.
luv kate
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