These needle poke and prod,
Felt every inch body whole,
A puppet to be pricked upon,
With strings attached to my soul,
Moving only once im told,
Unprotected voodoo doll,
Pain caused by some witchery,
Something bigger for I am small,
Only buttons for my eyes,
Poorly stitched far to quick,
Stuffing falls out consistently,
With every new needle stick,
So possessed and so scared,
When will my strings ever fall,
Will the day ever come to me,
When I am free from it all,
Nay for im a mere puppet,
This show is all I've known,
Unprotected voodoo doll,
Until my stitches are unsewn.
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©justin_ur
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