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Puppet

The sickness tells me what to do.

By Benita GonzalezPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The demons have control now.

I'm a puppet

Of my own illness

The sickness tells me what to do now

My demons hold the strings

And I don't now how to cut them off

So I just grin and bear it

I'm a puppet to my own illness the sickness tells me what to do now

So don't be too mad if I'm bad I can't control

Myself they do

I'm just their puppet I do as they please

Or it'll just get worst why choose me I don't know

But my sick mind has taken over

I'm a human puppet I do as I'm told.

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About the Creator

Benita Gonzalez

Just a woman trying to make it in this messed up world and I'm trying my best it's not over till I'm underground

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