All But A Clown

I am your puppet,
You are my master,
Strings are attached to my every joint.

I have no free will,
I have no voice,
I have no fun,
Yet a smile is always plastered on my face.

Hard and cold,
Wooden and painted,
My heart has no beat yet it still keeps me breathing.

No other toy is like me,
I am unique,
But yet I still get pushed around.

With my bright red clothes,
And big red shoes,
I am just a clown to all but you.

Children laugh at me,
Making me sad.
Inside I am crying,
Inside I am dying.

Soon no one will want me,
And I will be thrown in the trash,
As I will get chipped and dirty,
And will bring in no cash.