The Inanimate soliloquy

A puppet being used. Who do you really like? The puppet? Or the puppeteer?

The Inanimate soliloquy

I have words
But you say them for me
Your'e like a ventriloquist!
The curtains open but I'm not scared
An ensemble of nightmares march before me
Their leeching eyes look inside my empty shell
The Grinding teeth of puppets isn't heard by me
Soak up my fears
Wipe away my tears
I'll put on a show for my dear puppeteer
Pull on the invisible strings once more please!
Again and again I hear the fabricated love
I tremble with fake excitement to please and seem humble
My jaw clanks, spewing false words
"Encore!" I say, or rather he...
I tell myself I'm not tired
This is our last show
So i dance once more
I feel the trembling laughter at my clumsy actions
How lovable am I really?
How tolerable is my satire?
Who is it that you love?
The puppet? Or the puppeteer?
In the end it doesn't mater
As long as HE still loves me
But once the curtain goes down
I don't get the normal reassuring pat
He puts me on a shelf far up in the sky
I peer down to his wicked head and curse at him
Or rather myself
For trusting...
What a foolish puppet I am, to think I would be loved like a real boy...

Author's Note

Criticism? Thoughts? What did you like about it? What did you not like about it?

PS: note to self, never look up ventriloquist dummies for the rest of your life...*shivers*