Marionette, How do you spend your days?
Oh Marionette, Undesirable you now appear
Surrounding you, You used to have quite the craze
Now you invoke fear
Your once beautiful, shiny, and soft hair
Now so ratted, dim, and with tear
Your smooth porcelain skin
Now without any color and cut-in
Marionette, Confined Marionette
Why have you lost yourself?
Oh but Marionette, Marionette
There never was a you, was there?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem