I am a colorful copy
you can make me anything
you can make me do anything
you can controll my life, my world
i am like a childs doll as you mauver
my strings
you can make me a court ester, a peasent,
a high royal, a farmer, a merchant, an artist
or an untochable
there is only one thing i despretly crave
it is love, a mind, to think for myself
i want to break these strings
to move for myself
to act for myself
TO BE MYSELF!
but i cant it is my destiny to be
a puppet
never to be free
to be traped, held
never able to love, think, or have a sense
of individuality
it will never end
for now i have to be locked up
in a cage that i created
as i gave the key away
to my want to be needed
to my craves of the spotlight
and now i am stuck here as a
colorful copy! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem