You sewed me together

then gave me my name;

a bit of personality,

and sent me to proclaim

what's in your heart,

even if I find no fame.

But I'm at a loss for words

I'm just a puppet in your hands;

how do I speak your heart

in all these frightening lands?

you're the only being

who truly understands...

I let you in, control these strings;

so won't you also speak through me?

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• Date written: September 12, 2017 • Word Count: 74 • Line Count: 14 • Stanza Count: 3 •