Puppet Poem by Jessica Foster

You can't see the strings,
nor can you see the thread in rings.
I am not in control,
nor are you.

I am simple and used,
in plays that reek of wood glue.
I am fake as can be,
but you can't see through me.

I am complex and new,
my thinking is too.
I long to be real,
flesh and blood.

I am adored,
applauded and encored.
I am unharmed,
safe and never alarmed.

I am unloved,
abandoned and unsure.
I am alone,
unknown and unseen.

I am not of my own.
My inside is a mess,
It has company less.
Outside is used,
hurt and abused.

I am not in control,
I wish I was.
I am a puppet,
and always will be.