Toy

I was a toy on a string
In your box
and you brought me out to play
every couple days.

I was a girl on a string
on your shelf
and you took me down
to wipe me off every time
dust began to cover me.

I was a toy girl and I
had chocolate locks of hair
and you would dress me
up in your favorites
and showcase me to
your friends and family.

I was a girl toy and I
was perfectly un-pretty
but you didn’t see
who I really was
because you’re too busy
making sure I was working

properly

in the way you had
programmed my (in)sanity.