Pulled And Attached By Strings

When you look at my face,
Do you see me?
Do you know...
What's,
Behind my eyes?

When you look at my face,
Can you,
Feel me?
And then...
Do you realize,
That I am not a puppet...
On your string.

When you look at my face,
Do you see me?
Do you know...
What's,
Behind my eyes?

When you look at my face,
Can you,
Feel me?
And then...
Do you realize,
That I am not a puppet...
Pulled and attached by strings.

When you see me,
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.

When you see me,
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.

Can you,
Feel me?
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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