Ragdoll Fairy

Bottled faries around my shelfs,
they are my puppets, my ragdolls.
They sit, solitary on my shelf,
manipulating my next move.

I torchure my faries,
I steal their happyness.
I sing to my faries,
selling them spells.

My faries torchure me,
taking my happyness.
Manipulating my soul,
like the ragdoll I am.

I tie strings around their arms,
throw them around my room.
Bottle them back up,
then keep them on my shelf.