Marionette

Pinnochio and I should be best friends We dance unwillingly to the rhythm your fingers play Limp arms and legs dangle freely for your selfish entertainment

My heart is simply a piece of accidental wood placed in my flesh All feelings and opposition are considered miniscule

Relentessly, I fight your tyranny Each time, I remain a pawn in your control Resistance is no match to your retraint

"Dance!" Orders overpower merciful screams Buried is my hope for a brighter tomorrow Gone is the desire for individuality Evaporated dreams seap slowly from my lifeless body

With a painted-on smile, limp arms and legs flip and flop As you please Your will be done For my will is gone I am yours Yours truly