She's your doll,
So perfect.
She's your puppet,
So submissive as if she had a choice.

She doesn't protest,
but lets you have your way,
Every single time because she's afraid
of the things that you'll have to say.

So she remains your doll,
perfect;
and remains your pupet,
submitted.

blinded by power,
you can't see how she's being devoured.