Toy.

I've turned my Hurt into Hate. 
My love into Pain.
and my Compassion into Anger.

You twisted me and threw me around. 
Broke me over and over again. 
Just to satisfy yourself. You never needed me at all.
Why didn't you tell me you never loved me at all?
You just used me like a toy. 

Break my cranks. Stitch me up. 
For some reason my button eyes were too blind to see. 
That my lovely puppeteer was no more than the very thing that was
breaking me. 

So my lovely mistress. 
I will cut off my strings. 
I will be no longer of your control. 
I will try to run on my own.