Puppets on Strings

I am surrounded by puppets on ever-shortening strings

 Their eyes are rainbow hues

 But they do not see

 Their ears bid me share my deepest fears

 But they cannot hear me

 Their lips frame scripted promises

 But it is all rehearsed

 They are porcelain

 Dolls, acting scenes

 Controlled by an unseen marionette

 And he is cruel

 He teaches them not love nor empathy

 He cares not for such triviality

 They are his and they will act out his tales without care

 They do not know

 They do not care

 They are puppets on strings

 And they are choking