A puppet for your vanity,

Each time you steal a glance.

It drives me to insanity,

But still I do your dance.

As you raise your right hand,

And comb it through your hair.

I lift mine, but on the left and,

I copy as I stare.

Wishing that the roles reversed,

Yearning autonomy.

This shiny silver cage my hearse,

For all eternity.

When you turn to walk away,

I want to scream and shout,

“Don’t you go, please just stay,

Can’t you let me out!”

Yet I can’t speak - stricken dumb,

So watch I will my friend.

Waiting for the day to come,

Where I don’t appear again.