• With strings on my wrists and ankles,
    I'm controlled by someone bigger than me.
    I'm unable to cry,
    I'm unable to laugh.

    See all the people not being controlled,
    Makes me feel so different.
    I can not speak,
    I only creak.

    I see the lights,
    I hear the crowd,
    I'm someone who can not love.

    I am not loved.
    I am not cared for.
    They only come to see me for entertainment.