Unhappy Dummy

I have no idea how on earth i got here I am a prisoner in a phantom prison of fear I wish to escape and live my life a fugitive But the warden watches me and i can never leave My heart once whole is in pieces like a pizza And its so cold as if my chest cavity is a freezer I always thought as long as the sky remains blue That there will be someone who will always love me true But I am here alone, the dead end of all dead ends Gossiping with ghosts, my only true friends Standing in confusion at the crossroads of darkness Shivering from this bitter winter that whirls with madness I am a puppet with too many string attached They treat me like an object, neither born nor hatched Made to break my back, the inevitable daily bread toil Earth is a title of deeds, and i own not a speck of soil The world is still at war, super powers and alliances Selling you currencies and electronic home appliances In the name of technology you have to pay your bills In the name of good health, you have to take your pills I grew up innocently fast, a wide-eyed young fella Clumsily surfing the modern tides, era of the bachelor Television and movies; social media and smart phones Heartbreaks and divorces; mortgages and quick loans Made to believe I could be anything I wanted Only to be made sleepless as my mind is haunted By unfulfilled dreams and never-ending bankruptcy Dog eat dog world still, deeper bites and lesser mercy Every morning am washed ashore, to play again the same role To drag my feet through mud as I try to reach a landlocked goal They program me with no progress, no happy day i see My fruitless efforts entertain them; the powers that be Am always trying to catch the bus, while age tries to catch me too Am getting worn out every year, just like my fake-leather shoe All the struggling and running is in vain, it winds up down one place The grave is soon to have me, whether i slow or quicken my pace I will never be happy, life tastes worse than a plain meal with no spices Am set like a bomb, about to go off in my midlife crisis Luck is a poor man who in this world was never born "Life is a gift!", whoever said that is a con