"Reality is always controlled by the people who are the most insane."

The beautiful shell,

The dead insides.

The porcelain face

The lifeless eyes.

The demands of perfection

Weighs on her shoulders

The high expectations

The need to survive

Tick, tock, tick, tock

The demanding strings

Accord with the clock

Left, right, left, right

Hear the mocking rhythm

Freedom's out of sight

The force of the darkness

The blinding light

So far, so close

An unspoken might

She gracefully plummets

A weak smile, shimmering eyes

The exhausted puppet

Finally alive

The long awaited rest

Freedom's ahead

The tired puppet

The finale act.