Puppet

a puppet on a string

fraying on one end

slowly breaking out of society’s confinement

no longer a product put out on display

the most authentic we’ve ever been

and at the same time the least

perception of personality is subjective

our true selves can’t exist

no matter how comfortable we feel.

always striving to fit in

or stand out.

a constant battle 

a war never won

the soldiers are tired 

so, so tired

the world is burning,

in more ways than one 

we are condemned for caring

as their labels get fired at us 

faster than bullets. 

we are awake

they need to wake up

WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

can you hear us? 

we scream to you

our words fall on deaf ears

shattering like glass

society’s strings still strangle them

the pressure to submit suffocates them

they live vicariously through us

continuing the cycle of conformity.