perspective

I don't know where I was going with this but it poured out so here it is

confused, I diffuse my own self righteousness

a con, warning me what the realness is

he disguised himself as a friendan ally, along the way

a high and low of sorts. never to truly get it

the taste of joy was just

and the toy lands back in place

watching, a birth right only

the maker chose her fateful place

above the reflective pool

doomed to face the laughter

was she just for needing

was she to dream, to want more

the water repells such selfish talk

forever facing her fraying threads

in dread, the truth she takes within

the tide may swell, her role fulfilled

distantly the effects take shape, a riverbank

a source of life, a grazing field

a drinking pool, a bathing lake

a harvest yield, a joyful end

but she knows not to believe this

her insides were hollow

her tear drops a dream

this pool of reflection is a piece of glass

he yanks on her cord again

she smiled and took a bow