Wind-Up Toy

Wind-up toy, little girl

That’s all you are

Confuse yourself

For nothing more

You are not a friend

Not a person

Your feelings do not matter

You are simply a wind-up toy

And when we’re done

Away you’ll go

Replaced by something

Shiny and new

Little wind-up toy

And nothing more

It’s all you are

And all you’ll ever be

This poem is about: 
Me

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