Mannequin

I'm always being told "Grow up, act Mature."

"Talk like this, move like me, look like her."

In this life I'm condemned

You expect me to pretend

I'm a mannequin

You move my thoughts where they want them

Paint a smile on my face

nothing but frills and lace

Make me feel like I'm easy to replace

You say you want me happy, protected

But all I ever feel is rejected

I'm not a material you can mold to perfection

I think your methods could use some reflection

You underestimate how much I can withstand

If you're not careful

I won't be there to hold your hand