The Puppets Life
We tend to fall prey to our minds and hearts, becoming their slave. When it happens it feels like we are not even real anymore.
My heart and mind are not my own anymore. They run according to their own will. I am just the host that they need to fulfill their life's mission, whatever that is.
I walk about fulfilling the role of a human being and it seems to be working, but all the while inside I know that I am just a puppet for my heart and mind to control.
People smile I smile back, they laugh and I laugh with them. They think that it is a real person talking to them, but actually I am just a puppet on invisible strings, who is fulfilling every command of the puppeteers command with each pull of the strings.
My eyes are vacant and have no life in them. My pain is covered with a fake smile. My screams cannot be heard even though it feels like I am screaming at the top of my lungs.
I cannot fight for love, happiness, or even life because I have no control over my own life. I am my heart and minds slave. I cannot find my freedom from their grasp without destroying myself. My life is in their hands and can be lost forever with one tug on the strings.
So now I cry out one last time for help before it is too late. Does it help? Does anyone see the pain, hear the cries, or feel the fear around me? Am I now a lost cause and if I am where am going to go or do that my heart has planned for me?
I am just a puppet for my heart and mind, but one day I will be free and when I am I will never be their slave again. I will be me and then I will take my skills to a higher level, making myself known to the world.
I walk about fulfilling the role of a human being and it seems to be working, but all the while inside I know that I am just a puppet for my heart and mind to control.
People smile I smile back, they laugh and I laugh with them. They think that it is a real person talking to them, but actually I am just a puppet on invisible strings, who is fulfilling every command of the puppeteers command with each pull of the strings.
My eyes are vacant and have no life in them. My pain is covered with a fake smile. My screams cannot be heard even though it feels like I am screaming at the top of my lungs.
I cannot fight for love, happiness, or even life because I have no control over my own life. I am my heart and minds slave. I cannot find my freedom from their grasp without destroying myself. My life is in their hands and can be lost forever with one tug on the strings.
So now I cry out one last time for help before it is too late. Does it help? Does anyone see the pain, hear the cries, or feel the fear around me? Am I now a lost cause and if I am where am going to go or do that my heart has planned for me?
I am just a puppet for my heart and mind, but one day I will be free and when I am I will never be their slave again. I will be me and then I will take my skills to a higher level, making myself known to the world.
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