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