Just Your Little Puppet

Walk me across the empty floor,
Where the audience can't wait to see my face.
The curtains lift, the lights ask for more,
And soon I begin to dance from place to place.

I can't turn my head to look at you,
But I know how your fingers dance as they control my hips.
I glance over at you and there's nothing new,
Just that same smile that grows on your lips.

As the performance progresses,
The audience continues to stare
At me, the little girl who regresses
Into a doll, so fair.

I take a bow
To end the show.
Roars come up from the crowd
As the curtains close in flow.

I walk silently into my room,
And you compliment how we performed.
I smile through my growing gloom
To combat how much I feel deformed.

You say it will be better,
I ask when that will be.
You say you must leave to answer an important man's letter,
And then my hope of freedom flees.

Bedtime draws near,
But you still are at work.
I wish you could save me from my fear
Of being alone, in the dark and full of hurt.

I'm just a little girl
With so much to information to pluck at.
You're my only savior to help me grow and unfirl,
But I'm just your little puppet.