Worthless Trophy

People look at me like a porcelain doll with no voice, and no opinions. I'm scared 2 talk.

You hold me high and mighty
you show me to everyone
you're proud that I'm beautiful
I'm the stars,your moon, and sun

It's nerve-racking and a huge pain
To smile at and shake their hands
So many different faces
I'm still your best-great and grand

You still put me on display
Like your most valued treasure
My reflection is questioned
ask what you see in my worth
that brings you so much pleasure

Truth is, enjoyment is gone
For being flaunted is pain
And to be gracefully held
For the whole world is insane

Why wouldn't I dream of that
Well, I'm YOUR worthless trophy
And here beautifully rested
In your hands I'll always be