Puppet

swing

You saw me as a star with great potential,

You were fascinated, even intrigued.

You sculpted me in the image you like

And even venerated me like an altar.

You molded me to become like you

Your mirror in every step of the way.

All along you pulled the strings

And I followed as your minion.

You thought I was different

For I was your hope for a legacy.

So imagine the disappointment you felt

Upon learning that your creation was a mistake.

I guess that’s just the way I am built

Created to become perfectly imperfect.

I never disguised my scars from the start

But you refused to see the monster that was in front of you.

And that’s when I decided to end

The game I keep playing for you.

So that I can finally say

That I hate feeling this way

Yet it seems that it’s my fate.


Eutopia

83b9fe6d7ff8dca6edad726867a82442

She was a little girl

Happy in her own world

Caught in the middle of things

Unaware of the dangers hidden beneath.

She was walking on a thread

With hope in heart

But only got tears to shed

For the wonderful dream she had.

She grew up feeling distant

Feeling like the outcast

In an already perfect world

Of flattery and pretense.

Maybe she never grew up

Who knows what the girl had become

Because she’s already been broken

Many times for a lifetime to last.

The world has slowly eaten her heart

Reminded her of how cruel life can be

Just a prey in the midst of giants

A toy for their enjoyment.

Maybe she’s just living

Like the shadow of ghosts

But she’s brave enough to know

That paradise is just an ideal world.