Becoming Just Another Toy
There are strings around my wrists and on my ankles too but my mouth is still my own and I will do with it as I please. The strings are too constricting I used to dance all on my own but now all I do is sit and slouch except for when I scream for you to help. There is a string across my lips you cried as you sowed it shut but my eyes still work just fine and I saw you grin and laugh.