Stitched Doll
I gently pull the stitch
My craving formed by an itch,
Of the need to express emotion
In the midst of this commotion
Tears soak my face
My mind, my mouth replaced,
By the black thread in place.
Keeping me stoic, controlled, restrained,
I'm perfectly trained.
Not her puppet but yours
Your conditioning making me believe,
That my feelings cause our relationship to bleed.
But it's you, your refusal to concede.
I'm not you,
You're not me
Not that I would want to be
But my hope in you, naive and unsuccessful
You failed me
For I'm your stitched doll
Tighten the threads, hang me on the wall.