Puppet

Puppet
By Jennifer Bergerson
Forlorn, her tears dry upon the path they followed.
Her mind flashing times of sorrow and joy.
Her soul hurting forever more.
The “civilized” world today labels her, as a mental
case. Not one official taking blame for the life they threw away
thirty years ago. All her life she had been shaped into what
everyone wanted to see and hear. A simple puppet upon this
worlds screen.
Her life became about peoples amusement, entertainment.
When she became an adult they simply kicked her out told her
she was an adult. Yet they wonder why the love she found gets away with
beating her, demeaning her. “ why don't you leave?” they all ask.
Not one stopped and realized they taught her to be
a simple puppet. So when she became his prize.
Not one can remain without blood on their hands for
the prize they took was hers. The soul they let die was
god's. Her adult life became full of people learning to take
what they wanted and casting her aside. Still this world wonders why, yet
all they need do is look unto themselves. For this child looked
for what she had been taught.
When they look into her eyes and see an empty shell, what
they should see is themselves. For in this world the girl they
cast aside after her star had burned, was no better then
the babe they stole all those years ago... ....