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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