Strings
Hand up
Hand down
Leg forward
Don't frown
Smile instead
Show your teeth
Pretend like you're no different
Than the rest of humanity
What happened to me?
When did I begin it all?
I'm the Oscar-deserving actor
I beat them all
I beat the emos
Concealing their feelings
Behind bloodshot eyes
Behind dark corners of their minds
I beat the gays
Hiding in closets
From sunshine and love rays
But coming out eventually
Well, you won't find me like that,
So easily
I beat the villans
The masterminds
I played their games
Learned all their tricks
And made them cry
I'm on strings
Like a puppet
I swing on them and don't feel a thing
My security,
They are my own
Reliable monstruosity
Controlled by others
Giggling kids behind curtains
They are all my thoughts and feelings
They are parts of me
They killed me
Filled me with their lies
Of a perfect state of life
I don't breathe
I don't think
I don't see
I don't eat
Cold and cruel
I am no fool
But I'm just a puppet
On a stack of strings
I can't feel the pain
I can't feel anything
Cold toes
Pale face
Between fingers, a rose
Eyes closed
Hands on your chest
Lay straight
Play dead
Note: My intention wasn't to offend gays or emos, as well as people who support them. This poem was made by me, but I didn't mean to offend you, but if I did, I am sorry. I actually support gays myself.
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