invisible puppet strings
are attached to my body
dirty hands and pointing fingers
take control of my actions
pampered me but in chains
a nice bed can't get me to sleep
the moon just watches
as i cry in silence
shooting stars keep falling
but even they can not save me
i don't know the man i am today
old self, please stay
please stay away
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Bird of Paradise
PoetryThis collection of poems is written for the younger versions of ourselves and the journey of it all: the way we carry expectations while keeping our reputation, the state of being in love and being not, to live in courage and to live in fear, the lo...
