Pulling the strings a puppet helplessy dances
it's heart dried and shrivled up
the appleaing sparkle in its eye long gone

expecting nothing but perfection, like a  antique doll
brung out only for show
then forced back into confinement

Heart not acknowledged
brain dead
numbness, the only sensation
that is not yet gone

Stuck living in a world
where  children
are just mere dolls