Poem: "Protesting Puppet" Please give feedback....
They say that your destiny Is at your feet, just waiting, Waiting to be seized. They say that you have A great future, the many Things that you will do. But if you really think About it, they all have a Plan in their own minds: A mold that they are Preparing, you are the Wax, waiting for any of Them to shape you. Wait just a minute! I am the one that is Supposed to have the Destiny, but you don't Care unless it fits into Your scheme for me. What happened to my Ideas, my plans, my dreams? What if I want no part Of your manipulating schemes? Time for a reality dose, And, yes, reality bites, Especially when your Timid pet thinks for itself. You can't hold reality captive, So, get out of your delusion. When it’s time, I'll do what I want to do, not filling Your mold. Molds break. Paradigms shatter. Stereotypes snap. Puppets pull their own Strings if you don't Look away. You only see What you want to see, So, you might as well get Your eyes off of me. My dreams don't meet Any of your grand schemes, But, because I'm nice, I'll give you a choice: You can either support Me, the real me, all The way, or you can Move off the tracks and Get out of my way. Whether you like it or Not, this wax, this clay, Has decided to mold itself.
i love it
just speechless wow
Wow, thank you :)
This is an absolutely wonderful poem! That theme of independence and forging your own path is beautifully relayed in every line. Marvelous work ^_^ @leahhhmorgannn
Not bad! I love it. A long poem and it has a great theme of independence, keep up the good work! :)
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