Puppets.

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago when I felt I was being held back by someone I loved-I felt like their puppet.

This is my impression of being a writer, a boyfriend, and trying to be me but I have no idea who that is and neither do you. The First Impressionist… always I’m trying to be and the thing is I guess I’m always in the eye of the beholder *sigh*

[poem] How much should we protect and provide for our children in this day and age? Do we do too much… or not enough?

It’s not you who decides your own fate.

What is (are) you; a mere puppet, in the hands of an unknown?

I wrote this poem for my ex-wife as she became a puppet on a string for the man and (men), that were using her while we were married and whom she was having affairs with. Now we are divorced and now my ex-wife as she still is a puppet on the string for them, she does as what they tell her to do, and say and write.

We don’t control our actions, someone else does, we are plastic pieces for someone elses game.

I made this when I was going through a tough time, enjoy!(:

Cutting the strings of what feels like being a puppet, Written July 19th, 2007.

I will do anything for you.