I Was Your Marionette: Mannequin Series 5

I am but a marionette, my cross is in your hands move my strings slightly to watch me waltz to your commands. I am but a mannequin, I hide behind plastic smiles watch me close but never see I act fine in my trials. I am but hollow glass, you will never again see through I reflect all you wish to see and not what I really do. I am but a puppet whose strings are in your hands today put me through my paces because I am a toy for your play. I am but a porcelain doll so of course I have no heart, and the glass skin will not let me feel so it matters not if I break apart.