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.