To All the Faceless Puppets
By RavenCross
To All the Faceless Puppets, Can't you tell you're just another one of them? You're just another wannabe, Made in a factory. Wrapped in plastic, Packaged perfect for the maintream, They make more puppets every day. To All the Faceless Puppets, Don't you care they're not your words you speak? You try so hard to make more friends, You don't have a friend in the world. Faceless puppets are too busy, Remaining faceless and following orders, To ever care about you. To All the Faceless Puppets, Do you ever wish you could just be yourself? You look so much like the children, Children haven't learned. You don't really like your fake accent, But everyone else seems to. You know you look just like someone I once knew. Another faceless Puppet, I assume. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 02:49 PM PST 20 • 0 • 9
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