playing the puppet
i got something i wanna share with youits this feeling i have and believe this again to be true....
someone in my eye, in my heart that makes me smile
i know this feeling, something very much worth while....
but something also amidst, the dark cloud appear
at first thought it was nothing, but along came my fear....
the only fear i know, the one that haunts me to this day
the fear of not being wanted, i wish that fear would go away....
this fear at first, something i would love to forget
the fear of being strung along, you know, playing the puppet....
i know you know this feeling, some know it too well
when some one wants you but dont want you, you can tell....
that's my fear and my feeling, thats how i feel as i write
reaching out my hand to touch one slowly moving out of sight....
im not ashamed of my looks, not ashamed never of my face
but always ashamed of my heart having this empty space....
for some time now, wanting to fill this space has been crazy
the ups, the downs, but not that i have been not trying or lazy....
just some things are made out of luck, and other things just set
that fear once again, being strung along, playing the puppet....
I play that role well, probably hold the puppet degree
maybe meant to play that role, maybe that role meant for me....
this story i tell completely true, no part of it to be a lie
i wish i could stop playing my role, how many times i try....
i never succeed, my fear just haunts me and this go away
i wanna try again but things move farther away the next day....
all of us play this role but mostly this role i feel made for me
that being strung along for like of a person, blind, cant see....
i know this fear is real, all my life, this fear, mostly i regret
being strung along cuz i dont wanna be alone,
you know, playing the puppet....
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