To finally get it out my chest,
oh how relieved I would have been.
only it was all wishful thinking,
for neither one is real but a
charade that we're all playing.


I stood rigid yet so vulnerable.
the surface was strong
yet with one assailable soul,
it could have give it all away.


I plead just once.
and that once I plead to end it all.
but my words fell to deaf ears,
brushed against the gusty wind
stole by a flash of lighting
crushed by the mighty thunder.


Then I realised something big.
something more important than I could have ever known.




Existence.




When one is gifted with such power,
it doesn't mean you're entitled with it.
there are boundaries and restrictions to follow.
rules that need to abide to.


However stubborn one might be,
there is still no escape.
for at times, that's the reason I just wish
to be a puppet & let you play with the strings.
compose my novel of life
but blame ME for the flaws.





afterall, I'm the PUPPET.
and you're the master behind the curtain walls.