All of my life I was raised for the convenience of others.
submissive and obeying, their order is my life.

as they command, I get on hands and knees
as they step onto my back to get a better view or the world.
and as they step down, they kick me and leave me in the dirt
And I am willingly their stepping stool.

I am also theirmarionette. They dress me and order me,
And as their words are my strings, I dance to their commands.
I take a bow and recieve no appreciation or even attention.
But not does that matter to me- for a marionette cannot complain.

And as the world does beat and abuse me
I become these creatures, my masters, ragdoll.
Becoming torn and ripped and even broken.
But that's what I'm here for and I shall not complain.

And because of this, I have become like a porcelian doll.
A smile painted upon my lips with the greatest care and ease.
And dressed and groomed all to the extent of my leige's liking.
Glass and fragile- hollow and empty. And none the less- broken.

They stripped me and beat me and called me names
And I always looked up and said "Thank you." with the greatest of sincerity.
Because that's what I live for.
I am nothing but a toy...