Sunday, May 13, 2007
im the clown behind the curtains.
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abit of flash back here on something i wrote last time.
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so you think we are your puppets,
our thoughts, our actions, and our every possible move,
all controlled by the strings from tat hand of yours.
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you flare up at me when ur angry,
you play with me when ur happy,
so why cant we do the same?
puppet mimicry.
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all this mess you claim you've created,
now u say ur gonna leave it all,
and wash your hands off.
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you manipulate us, but have you asked urself,
are we just mere puppets with no heart, no feelings, no emotions, no thoughts?
you say we take you for granted, but its true the other way round too.
puppet mimicry.
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this is a childish poem which dun apply anymore. yeah. i always tot i had a pretty matured set of thinking. but i guess im now matured at a different level. yeap. and i tink my character has changed quite a fair bit since my secondary school days. cant really describe it. but somehow i can feel it. emo. -.- yeah.
dunno wad else to write. ciao.
my retrospect;
12:16 AM
