Marionette

I was always left alone in that box.

The others got to move around whenever they wanted but the music player kept me at bay...

The guard kept winding and winding the knob so the melody never ceased and I was forever locked in an agonizing trance...

I could not move...

I could not speak...

I could not do anything until the music stopped playing...

Or until the sun rose...

But my puppet master was cruel...

He handled me roughly and when the show was over he payed me no attention...

It was cold and lonely in and out of the box...

I hated who made me stay in here...

And I hoped that it slipped their mind to rewind the tune so I could go after them and show them they made a mistake...

I was just as good as the others...

Why couldn't I play too?

Why didn't they love me?

I tried so hard to make everyone happy but I only ended up in my personal prison...confined in a tiny space that wasn't big enough to house me comfortably...

But I sat alone, for hours on end, bent and twisted into painful shapes in order to fit...

I just have to wait a little longer...

Just a little bit longer...

And then I can be free...

Finally...

After so long...

The music stopped...

The time was four a.m.