A marionette,
One that won't move,
unless it is told to do so,
not a single muscle
in its wooden threadbare arms
but it has a smile,
it's the only expression it can have
it's the expression it is told to have
it has no choice.
until it is useless.
Then it is left behind,
in the dark
where it doesn't move
It just waits,
for nothing to happen.
broken, the smile,
now broken,
gone.
It lays in the dark,
broken,
useless.
no one cares for it.
it just lays hidden in the dark,
and lets out all the tears,
it hid behind the smile
that was drawn on it.
A marionette,
a sad marionette.
