They said I was put together,
They stitched me together,
But the stitching was wrong.

It was meant to build me
To make me strong, but the
Stitching itched, I could tell
Something was wrong,

The stitches were rotten no
Good in me, a bad apple they
Said festering stitches within.

I was created stitched together,
Nothing could go wrong, but
The stitching was corrupted
No longer can this go on, I
Was a mistake, a puppet but
They stitched me wrong.

Now I am discarded an error,
As they go back to the drawing
Board, to see what could be improved
So the stitching isn't rotten from
Within..