Puppet Poem by amy dio

Puppet



There are puppets
Their string are invisible
But always there
Is it fair
To live a life controlled by another
To have no thoughts of your own
What is a life that only lives to serve
It makes you wonder
Who are the puppet masters
Who am I
Who are you
The puppet
The puppet master
Or just person watching show

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