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?