I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

Puppet on strings with mixed feeling of hate

My eyes are glazy my mouth is still

I'm a puppet on strings, which walks and sits

I'm mindless and empty

Filled with a endless black void that may not be filled

I'm loose and tired, I don't want to see

I feel so unreal to the world

But if you get me mad enough

I'll put on a show

Ill mask my face with anger and hate

I fall too easily

And trip over my own feet

Head over heels I fall to my doom

But then ill regret it later

And wallow in it with fear

I'm fake and not original

I'm not real

I'm an alien, or a astronaut

I'm a hooker and a boy

I'm mindless and devious

I'm many things my dear

So

Do you care? Do you see?

Give me some time and I'll show you the real me