The Puppet and the Doll

A beautiful little puppet,
Carved so nicely out of oak,
Splintered when she hit the shelf.
Now she's nothing more than a ghost.

A queer little doll,
Pieced together out of porcelain,
Shattered when she hit the floor.
Now she's merely just a speck every now and then.

Both of a different nature,
Yet both are very kind.
So vulnerable to their surroundings,
They're messed up in their minds.

And then one day the splintered puppet
Meets the shattered doll.
At the time they walked hand in hand,
They thought they could have it all.

Turns out the Creator had a different plan in mind,
Turns out it was all just a game of lies,
For they always laid apart, and really meant nothing-
Neither ever once heard the other's cries.

To the rest of the world they only brought shame,
And to each other they only brought hate.
Bitter, sore, angry, and forgotten,
They were like batters striking out at home plate.

In reality, their love was only as fake
As the smiles they forced onto their face.
They were just another face with another name,
Sinking backwards into the darkness of this place.

Because every broken piece lingers,
Every heart is still worn on a sleeve.
Their hardest just wasn't enough, guess they weren't doing their best,
And in the end, they found they had to leave.

Promises must mean nothing-
They're only lies told to push people away.
Not as unlike as they thought they were,
They still weren't allowed to stay.

Never really meant for the other, they're broken beyond repair.
And so they leap forwards, that knife in their hands.
Now they're more than shattered and splintered,
All because they just couldn't understand.

Live, and let live.
That's what I always say.
Still, you can't ever stop death.
Even the idea of it won't go away.

Still, I smile when I look back upon
How that puppet and doll used to be.
Because even if it was fake, even if it meant nothing,
Unlike us, they still used to be happy.

I didn't mean to hurt you, upset you, make you cry.
So forgive me for all of my mistakes.
Forgive me for not picking up the pieces both I and others have destroyed.
I'm sorry I could never find a way to ease your pain.

I guess this signals my time to fade from this world,
But don't be afraid because it's not yours just yet, you'll see.
You've already fixed things on your own, already put them right.
And so life still finds a way to pertain to this doll and puppet analogy.

I guess it's a shame they couldn't see the truth sooner,
Or at least that they honestly thought they had it all.
What a sad ending for this poem, the way it always ends up,
Just like the story of the the puppet and the doll.

"I'm missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you 're pretending."