Everyday, I lie in a box where there is an abundance of my fellow brothers and sisters. I sit there starring at them, all of them. Their eyes never seemed to close, always as wide as a compass, pupils tracing my every movement whenever I was moved. Their presence there resonated an eerie feel, while my presence there only made me feel afraid and melancholy.
Once in a blue moon, some of my fellow siblings and I will be taken out from the box, and be used in plays. We were dressed up in all sorts of costumes, ranging from tuxedos to pirate clothes, from baroque dressing to spacesuits. Our master was always pull the strings, our strings. We were worst than slaves to our master, being able to possess our bodies. At least I was still in possession of my mind. What about my siblings? are they under mind-control? Do they even give a thought about anything?
After a day of playing dress-up, we get placed back in the box with the others, and the staring contest begins yet again. What can I do? A Marionette can only do this much.

It's time to face the inevitable.