Thousands and thousands of masks I wear.
Masks to mold, costumes I fold.
My skin is sewn from many masks,
My mind is a mural of stained glass.
I am a painting, my body a vessel.
My heart is bleeding, it’s nothing special
For I am just a doll of cloth,
Patchwork and brushes make my smile so soft.
My limbs are made of skin and bone,
Where I found them remains unknown.
I am encased in a plaster mold,
Cursed to remain until I’m old.
The artist stands with his heart of gold,
Threads in hand, my chin he holds.
He paints my eyes, paints my brain,
My body is made of other people’s pain .
With the final lash on my eye,
My essence and soul will never die,
I’m the creature of a mastermind,
A creation made for humankind.
