Where do I go from here?

Murky thoughts. Twisted Ideals. A monsters doll. 

I was bent into the shape of whoever got their hands on me. Posed and dressed however they wished. 

Did I ever have thoughts of my very own? 

Tossed away in what had once been a gilded cage, now lay rusted and in ruin. Dust collects on my broken form and I weep. Tears streak down my bruised face. I cry by no one can hear me. 

Is this all there is? What is this life? Why was I forced into creation only for my maker to cast me aside?

My heart is a sea of burning cities, and I see no end in sight. 

I'm scared.