Paper Doll

My best friend and worst enemy,
My frail and weak paper doll,
Cut out to her master's desire,
Colored in other's expectations,
Never wet from the cold rain,
Never burning from the fire.

And her thin, paper dress,
It looks so pretty on her,
So I try it on in a slip,
It fits rather tight on me,
So tight I can't breath,
And the thin paper won't even rip.

The people start to look at me,
They want me to come play,
They want to color me, cut me,
They want to change me,
Make me someone else,
Blind me with lies so I can't see.

I am no longer who I used to be,
I have become a slave,
I am not myself, but her,
My paper doll,
My best friend and worst enemy,
Before things were better.

And I dance for my master,
I play with his people when they want,
I strive to please him,
To please everyone around,
I hate my life as it is now,
This can only be sin.

And what happened to my paper doll?
She disappeared after I took her dress,
As I look in the mirror,
I really see where she was hiding,
Inside me, I am her,
I now see what she will fear.

So I go crawl to a corner,
And let my dead tears fall,
I am her now, never me,
Never going to do what I want,
Life's so cruel and harsh,
Never letting me free.

And my tears fall on my clothes,
My thin paper, dress,
Wrinkling them, but they do not tear,
Just bind me down even more,
What I feel doesn't really matter,
I know life's not fair.

I'm just a paper doll,
Nothing more, nothing less,
I'm just a playmate,
Nevermore will I have thoughts,
How was this suppose to happen,
Why is this my fate?

I breathe in a strangled breath,
I fight with everything I can,
But what can a paper doll do?
With paper knife and paper gun?
Nothing, because nothings left,
Nothing is meaningful to only so few.

And a sound, the crack of a whip,
I hear my fear coming for me,
Closer and closer, I hear him come,
My best friend and worst enemy,
I detest him more than anything,
I won't be the one.

This is proof I have no life,
I have nothing real to live for,
My master was never my friend,
I was just a toy, his paper doll,
Something there only when needed,
When will this end?

And I wish to find some remedy,
The feelings I have are just too much,
And all I feel are all forms of pain,
I didn't know what paper dolls go through,
Being used then thrown away,
Always left out in the rain.

Will anyone emancipate me?
I wish I had enough control,
I need to break away, now or never,
I need a plan to secede,
I don't know how much I can stand,
I won't last here forever.

And so I here,
Within my prison bars,
Waiting, waiting to be free,
Craving a taste of being independent,
Longing for the wilderness,
Just wanting to be me.