The Doll

You pull me up by my tightened strings
Controlling my every move
Bending me this way and that way
I wish I could know the truth
You look at my porcelain face
With my glassy blue eyes
Am I just a toy who is to be played with ?
That everybody tries
My limbs move with the ease of your control
Forcing me to step the way you want
I don't want to be your little doll
Or the one you taunt
I try to break the strings
From this marionette life
I want away from your control
And away from this strife
You try and hold on tight
Ripping my fabric dress again
I struggle and pull away from you
Wondering what, why, how, and when
You will no longer be the puppet master
The one who controls my every move
I will be cutting these strings
And it's me you will lose

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

You say you are a doll, but sounds more like a marionette to me, and yes by all means cut your strings and think for yourself. With that always remember what it was like to be on those strings and never turn into the puppet master, never bind those you love with strings as well.