This insignificance has got on me.
I cant turn a single head
as I enter the room.
I'm your emotional fool.
Playing cool with what I used to dread.
Or maybe just pretending to play cool.
Playing hide and seek with my tears
You play with me.
You're my puppetteer.
I cry when you pull the strings.
Hold my tears back,
obeying your will.
I'm your emotional fool.
Dressed to please.
Dancing when you want me to.
I dance to your tunes.
Dress myself as and when you want me to.
Draining the blood of the wounds
That I bled
For you.
I'm your emotional fool.
Dancing with the flow.
Still residing inside what you've left dead.
Screaming to let go.
4 comments:
I like the ending... Actually the whole last stanza's great, well done.
"I dance to your tunes"
"You play with me.
You're my puppetteer."
These lines totally got me :o
Your poetry is what gets me through the day right now. <3
I've read this already but I forgot to give you some comments so here goes:
I second the both girls here, but especially the "You're my puppetteer" got me :D
@ Rose : You dance to my tunes?? :o I didnt know that! :P and thank you for the feedback! :)
@ Becc: "You're my puppeteer", this line was already there in my mind, before starting to write this one.. And m honoured to know my works mean that much to you... *blushing* :)
@ Jussi : How did you read this poem before?? :-? I dont remember showing it to you before posting it.. But anyways... Thanks for the comment! :)
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