Puppet
*~*~*~*~*

Strings attached.

An unseen puppeteer.

Strings pull.

My wants disappear.

Not important.

No one cares.

Strings manipulate.

No one to hear my prayers.

Just a toy.

Used and discarded.

Unwanted, disregarded.

People surround me.

But no one sees.

Strings pull, but their needs I cannot please.

Horrible deeds.

Done not of my own will.

Taken from my throne.

New amusement I must fulfill.

I'm just a thing to be used.

Played with and thrown aside.

Playtime's over, friendship denied.

Strings attached.

Bound to pale wood.

Still manipulated.

Poor little puppet,

so misunderstood.
*~*~*~*~*

I haven't written poetry in the longest time. Was it weird? I always did have a weird way of writing poetry.

Just something I thought up when I was thinking of how Ken was used by Archnemon and Oikawa... Being manipulated... Kinda like a puppet...