• Little dolls on the wall.
    You stare at me with blank eyes.
    Your smile stays thin.
    Your hair the same.
    Why can't I be like you?
    No problems in the world.
    Just sitting on that shelf.
    On that wall.
    In my room.
    My mom wants to get rid of you.
    Says I'm too old for dolls.
    But you dolls on the wall...
    You're my only friends.
    Isn't that right?
    Or have you been lying to me?
    Is it my face?
    The way I act?
    "No," I hear you say.
    I look up at you,
    But you haven't moved.
    "Who said that?"
    I recieve no answer.
    Was it just my imagination...?