Set me on your shelf With your jars of brushes and paints With your discarded wooden body parts and broken strings An unfinished work of art Until you decide to pick me up and turn me into something
Paint on my eyes Dull and impatient as I wait for the rest of me Paint my mouth Curve it into the smile you so long to see Paint my eyebrows Poised to show an unknown emotion to me Paint my nose Like the one you used to kiss when you were happy
Set me back on your shelf Among your broken pieces and wooden boards Amongst your carving knives And sandpaper cards Still unfinished Waiting for you to finish me in the perfect image
Recreate me Shape my hips into your favorite position Make my body unnaturally proportionate Like a Barbie doll, unhealthy, but 'beautiful' Then clothe me ******* As you wait to put on a play Portray me in your favorite ways
Set me, yet again, on your shelf Among your other beauties As we wait our turn To see who will be your next favorite And we see what we become As we shift our personalities to fit what you want
Attach my strings So that you may toy with me Put me on a stage For all to see As you control me As you hold me Make me feel things that aren't real Exhaust my limbs As they flail across this tiny stage In accordance with this game we play
I am your puppet Do with me as you please
This poem is originally about Society and how it controls young women into believing in crazy things. Then I began to think of it as more of a poem about an unhealthy controlling relationship.. I don't know anymore what it is, just thoughts on a page, interpret as you wish(: