She feels pain.
She’s known hurt.
She’s just like you
Except she’s not real.
She’s a puppet, merely a toy.
She is virtually useless
Unless controlled by her puppeteers.
She’s dependent upon them.
They pull the strings
And she dances.
Without their skillful hands
She would lie forever motionless.

On the outside she seems real
In her heart she is not.
She’s the pawn
And they’re the chess players.
They position her.
They play her.
They use her
To better themselves.
Her life is in their hands
And they make the choices.
If they choose wrong–
CHECKMATE!
For them the game is over
But for them, there’ll be others.
Not for her.
The game was her life
And the game is over.

She lived her life for others.
She played the puppet in their shows.
She was the pawn in their games.
When they were done with her
She was forgotten.
She existed solely for them,
But they left.
She has no choice now but to die
Because the life she lived is gone.