Marionette

~ Puppet Strings ~
By Nicole Pirri

Just let me go
From this world please.
I beg you to cut from me
These painful puppet strings.

I'm unable to do
My heart's desire.
Living in isolation
By my string supplier.

Up, then down, then left and right;
Harmful commands are made.
I try to move and jump
But every time pushed to be laid.

Your scissors are too blunt
No freedom for me today.
Remember that life attached to puppet strings
Is not as easy as they say.

(Gosh i'm in the bloody mood!)