through the eyes of ...

doll

I was once the most loved...
she'd plait my hair dress me up in pretty dresses,treat me the best out of all the others...
but when she'd get bored of me I'm back into the dolls house...
when the music box is winded I dance like the marionette I am I twirl and curtesy awaiting for the day I become the marionettist and control those who once controlled me...