Doll

Can I take a breathe, cause it seems I need your permission. What about my actions, since you tend to control my description. I am the worlds porcelain doll, being changed for it's standards. Change my clothes to however you make me. Brush my hair to however you want it to be. Rearrange my eyes, my smile and my happiness. Because it's said that you control it all. I don't need these strings to tell me who I am. Nor do I ever need to be changed again. I can take life in my own hands, I am strong enough to stand. I am no longer your porcelain doll. I am my own once and for all.