Playthings

You changed me

I wanted to

But didn't

You pushed me away

When I was just right

And set to work on

Another puppet

Making improvements

With each new one

It took me a while

To figure out why

But I understand now

Don't count on your playthings

In the end

You'll find they don't care anymore

I know it's immature

But I'll still pull the trigger

Am I good enough yet?