A poem. PUPPETEERED All your life you’ve always needed to take permission to be, seeking validation from those whose praises you longed for, ensnared by your desire to be loved. These unwholesome desires became your strings attaching you to the will of mortals, binding you to your puppeteers every whim. Their wishes were your command, …
Spoken words ~ Walls
Walls I know how it feels to look in the mirror bare-faced and stare into the eyes of a stranger, someone so familiar yet different. To stare into the eyes of the person you once used to be before you became discontent; before you doubted that you could be; before the lies became your way …
Spoken words ~ Reflection
Reflection Time ticks as you walk by, everyone seems to stare at you, waiting anxiously for your reaction. You’ve lived your whole life being molded by the hands of others; the things you love, the things you despise, your perspectives aren’t really yours. You’re a conglomerate of fragments of all you have perceived; the memories …