Dead as a Doll

I'm so dead inside
I'm held up by strings
A walking puppet
Controlled by others
Life completely token over
I sit like a doll
Made to be perfect
But smile in pain
Crying out to children who listen
I have broke into pieces so many times
Good thing i'm already dead
I'm so hollow inside
I'm stuffed then stitched back up
Like that makes me feel better
Ruled by another and another
I must be ugly
They keep wanting to change me so much
Always with that smile for their sake
When deep down i'm utterly depressed
They even put words into my mouth
Like i'm a dummy with all smiles and no speech
Driven to cut down these strings for revenge
When it's over I'll hold the poppet over them
What goes around, comes back around...