Pinocchio

When does the soul lose it faith
Into the ravenous depth of self control
Leading the mind to act
Commanding the body to lose its reason
Leaping into the wells of self doubt
Listening to the words spoken with no respect
He that see all her flaws
Molding her into an image
That no ruler can measure
Spoken words that cut so deep
Scars from where her heart used to be
Control is lost, self made to be destroyed
Walking in silence afraid of her own voice
No longer able to scream out
Heartlessly made into his image of beauty
A puppet hanging on strings
Lead to the pits of his monstrous hold
When does the soul lose faith
To become what it is told
She is no longer a woman
Just a mold without a home.

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