Puppet- A poem Does Mental Illness Have Control Over you?
I can hear my inner cries
Yearning for freedom of this life.
I tremble, afraid to step outside
Forever fearing the unknown I hide
Behind a mask of confidence
All of the time I spent
Shaking my body and prayers I sent
To heaven, the mistakes I repent
And still I suffer.
I am a puppet, my life controlled
By a demon who's winning my soul
I can't leave, I cannot go
With out its tough pull.
I am not safe until I cut the strings
And grow... grow angel wings.
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