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Puppeteer's Lament
In the shadows where you left me, down on the ground,
You returned only to weave your strings all around.
With a brush, you painted circles on my helpless cheeks, stitching my lips tight, silencing the words I'd speak.
Your fractured words shattered my resolve, Oh, puppet master, you manipulated my soul's hall.
I wonder, what transgression made you so cruel? Your heart, a shade of coal, your spirit, an icy pool.
I stand as myself, unapologetically free, Rejecting this society's shallow decree.
I am myself, that's all I can be, society's gaze, I don't need,
For life's worth is not a screen's like, in authenticity, I'll succeed.
© Plasmagrapes
You returned only to weave your strings all around.
With a brush, you painted circles on my helpless cheeks, stitching my lips tight, silencing the words I'd speak.
Your fractured words shattered my resolve, Oh, puppet master, you manipulated my soul's hall.
I wonder, what transgression made you so cruel? Your heart, a shade of coal, your spirit, an icy pool.
I stand as myself, unapologetically free, Rejecting this society's shallow decree.
I am myself, that's all I can be, society's gaze, I don't need,
For life's worth is not a screen's like, in authenticity, I'll succeed.
© Plasmagrapes
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