They wind us up
Then let us go
Leave off our eyes
So the lies don't show

Tight rusty springs
And loose fit keys
I turn on you
You twist on me

They paint us with
A broad stroke brush
Color outside our lines
With hatefulness

Add shellac
Heavily
Toying with
You and me

Keeping us in play
Until we break
Out of control
Is what they've made  

Winding tight
It's now too late
The toy makers
Latest mistake