Rag doll

oh! I am sorry 
am I bothering you?
didn’t mean to
invade
your perfect world
of puppetry
dismissed
by the wave of a hand
me, who once walked
among the stars
clutching a 
collage of moonbeams
now swiftly, tossed aside
reduced
to nothing but
a disposable rag doll
perplexed
with the light
slowly fading
fleeing
from the darkened corners
pulsating madly
with veins of anger
flourishing
between
clenched fists and grinding teeth 
an all too familiar
placid exterior
polished brightly, cultivated
as I pace
beneath
a veil of silence
back and forth
cursing
gods and foes
far and wide
when will it end?