The Puppet

The enemy attacks with multiple weapons Aimed directly at the soul To tie it down To hold it down So that is never floats To distract To suffocate Anything to cause pain To cause Trauma not happiness flowing through its veins A monster sits and waits Idolizing the damage, it will cause Because destructions and havoc are all it revolves Spending everyday attacking the brain The puppet gets tired and full of shame There is a key to get out of this maze It is hard to reach Even when you find it, happiness Is no longer worth running for A puppet is longing to find it’s worth There used to be good inside but now all he finds is dirt Trying to do good too many strings attached Sitting there quietly waiting to be released Eating all his anxieties ever days a feast The only weapon he has is prayer It surely can’t be seen The puppet it a ticking time bomb Splitting in the seams He doesn’t talk too much Doesn’t want to be seen But there is part of him That is surfacing That’s changing everything