Dragon's Clan: Please read the poem, you can guess whoever this person is from Yu-Gi-Oh, Card Captor Sakura, anywhere, name it. It could be you as well, not that I'm critizing, but this poem is also dark amd probably one of my best, not that I am bragging, anyway please send the reviw of how you like this poem. Please read and review this seventh poem.
Puppets
Why must we follow orders?
Are we just gods creations?
We have our own free will,
But still all of us played a role.
Are we just puppets,
In the hands of gods and devils?
Why we are forced to play?
Why are we forced to do something we don't want?
Are we just afraid of people towering over people?
Why we have strings attached to us?
Why are we like puppets?
We some of us survive.
We some of us dying.
Why must we torture ourselves?
Why must we inflict pain towards others?
Why must we choose blindly,
Even though the answer is truly in front of us?
Are we really puppets or just tools?
Do we have any soul for freedom?
Why must we sacrifice one of us to safe a million?
Why is freedom cost more than a puppet?
Why must we be controlled by other puppets?
Is it out of love?
Is it out of hate?
Can there be any difference,
Between crossing that thin line of life or death,
And between crossing that line of being hero or murderer?
Why can't we actually speak for ourselves?
Are we withdrawn from our world?
Are we just ghosts?
Why can't we stop pretending to be perfect?
Can't we have a perfect life?
There is nothing perfect in this world but moments.
But why must we hurt ourselves?
Are we breaking apart?
Are tools to create mass destruction and chaos?
Or are we just here to help puppets and make peace?
Who are we anyway?
Are we just tools?
Are we just dolls?
Or are we just puppets without souls?