Anyone wanna hear a poem I wrote for creative writing that I'm proud of? No?
TOO BAD!!
Puppet Performance
Puppet on a stage. Performing for the world. Are my choices my own? Or decided by guiding red strings? Puppet on a stage. The painful smile plastered wide upon my face hurts. but to falter in my act is sin. Puppet on a stage. So instead I dance, give endless apologies for even the smallest offenses. Puppet on a stage. All eyes on me as I'm frozen in the stage lights. My stomach tangles in knots like yarn. Puppet on a stage. The audience buzzes in anticipation. All waiting to laugh at my folly. Puppet on a stage. Piercing gaze of dozens, hundreds, causes such dread. Lines ‘come caught in a net of panic. Puppet on a stage. Try as I may or might, my act comes crashing down. Upon a stage made of stick and thread. Puppet on a stage. My careful mask, it slips and laughter booms all 'round. As guiding strings slip through my fingers. Puppet on a stage. They're all waiting for you. Pull yourself together and give them a show to remember
