He knows me well
He can read my mind
He listens to my unspoken words
He’s always by my side

We’ve known each other
for so long]
He’s my best friend
I can’t remember of
anything before him

But I’m getting tired of it
I’d like to disagree
To have my own opinions
To break free

I come before him
As I’ve done so many times
But I can’t tell him how I feel
The words get in the way

It doesn’t matter how hard I try
I don’t say a word, I don’t move
Until he opens his mouth
Until he pulls those strings

I’m a puppet in his hands
Although I’m laughing
in the outside]
Inside my wooden skin
I cry nonexistent tears

For Wild Flower

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