PUPPET

Pulled strings a way of life
harsh truth in the open
calling the hand of support
damsel in distress the calling card

Then you fall for the drama
on which the curtains never fall
Heart unaware of the strings
pulled by whimsical bearings

Veins bursting with feelings
can't be seen by the opaque heart
words that hurt soul never do part
mind pounding with anger defeated

Lost in the false ocean of eyes
Walking a line thinking all is mine
Never did the poor realize
the hidden hand making the choice

A losing heart doesn't give up
flaring up like a puppy in hope
ignoring the inner voice of sanity
foretelling the calamity

Keep revering the good times
like the early morning sun
but it never rose this time
swallowed by the night of crime

Trust lost in the cruel world
heart learns not to invest
dividends bloating the delicate walls
to burst it wants but just crawls