Portrait of a Puppet

Eyes stained with paint
And a hint of black very faint
Lips stained with red
And a whisper of nothing to be said

Face white and empty
Staring ahead blankly
Body torn and stitched
Lying helplessly in a ditch

Unable to make a sound
No salvation to be found
Being kicked around
Scattered across the ground

She doesn't have a choice
She wasn't given a voice
To beg "help me"
Or the strength to plead for mercy

Hair tangled in a knot
Importance long forgot
Been shoved in the corner
Every day becomes colder

She did everything you made her do
Followed every command through
She only lived to please you
How could you be so cruel

Her colour slowly faded away
Trapped in the lost joys of yesterday
She is coming undone
Nearing the end of her cheerful song

But she can't express her fears
She can't flood her tears
Only stained with what she was given
And her talents stay forgotten

Now her last threads are tearing through
Because of your abuse
Would you have had higher virtues
If that puppet was you