fatal strings are holding me <br />there actions dictate my ever move <br />holding all the keys <br />my heart is wide open to be improved <br /> <br />without them i would simply fall upon the ground <br />why must these strings be cut <br />i am unable to walk around <br />stuck in a rut <br /> <br />am i the one cutting these strings <br />to many that what it seems <br />like a knife the feeling stings <br />it is me who takes it to the extreme <br /> <br />so please just stay here <br />so i can live without fear<br /><br />Logan Glover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-puppet-3/
