The Doll
Breathing in loneliness and dust
Not alive or dead just
Sitting here with others like me
The rejected sad and are no longer part of the family tree
Fuzzy, red-eyed demons with long tails
Eat the eyes of the others while they just sit there and silently wail.
We weren’t always like this you know
We were once loved from head-to-toe
But as always she got sick of us
We were replaced by better versions of ourselves
They got our old life, and we got stuck on the shelf.
