We are but Puppets

we are but puppets
strings attached to our backs
we dance we walk we talk
like a puppet
controlled by the marionette
life is only the show
we live for applause
we live for acceptance
we are but puppets on a string
performing a everlasting show
until the strings break
off we fall from the stage
the audience look as our strings shrink
our wooden eyes close and
a tear
a tear - what seems -
like a tear
drop down my face....

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