A Beautifully Altered Doll

Stitching up the final threads to his stunning masterpiece,
The tailor stares at his finished product in amazement.
"She is absolutely perfect from her head to her feet,"
Surprised at how successful his way went.

She was once a tethered and damaged little doll,
He felt that he can sculpt her into something more beautiful.
Erasing her imperfections and flaws was going to take him some time,
But he was prepared to complete this task, its all he pondered in his mind.

It didn't take as long as he had imagined,
She couldn't talk back to object to these new fashions.
Her lips stitched together, she couldn't utter a sound.
She was imprisoned, she had hoped one day to be found.

He did as he pleased, playing the puppetmaster,
As she sat back, watching her originality disappear faster and faster.

What could this little doll do? She had no voice,
Noone to run to, she was stuck here against her choice.
He wasn't going to simply let her go,
This was his creation and he wanted the world to know,
That he made this pretty little doll and she was his to keep,
Nowhere she was going to go, noone else was she allowed to meet.

So now she is placed on his trophy shelf,
Isolated from the world, as she loses her true self.

Over time she has collected some dust,
But wiped away all the traces of trust.
She didn't think he would leave her with this feeling of abandonment,
Yet there was nothing she could do, her chained hands limited.

Pretty little doll, maybe one day you will be appreciated,
But until then, you're on this lonely, dusty shelf,
Hoping soon to be alleviated,
And transformed back to your original self.