Sometimes I feel,

Like a puppet on a string,

Like a fish on a reel,

Not a unique being.

Sometimes I feel,

On top of the world,

That all my dreams are real,

That there are endless opportunities unfurled.

Sometimes it's like,

My heart yearns for more,

But the world goes on strike,

Everyone is at war.

Sometimes it's like,

My life is complete,

There's a sponge over the spike,

The bad things just delete.

Sometimes I wish I could get off this trapeze,

That I could live my life with ease,

If people were easier to please,

Then life would be a breeze.

A/N don't judge the rhyme scheme volta at the end x