I’m like that doll you had on your shelf
High above the rest
Not that I am in the most importance
I was just forgotten about with the years past
Years of cobwebs collected on my arms
I have a rag for a dress
And I am missing one little black shoe
My hair in knots because it hasn’t been combed at all
You never minded any of that though
I have made friends with the spiders
Considering I have not been moved in years
I forget what you used to call me
Madeline? Jacqueline? Dolly?
Not that it matters anyway
I meet your eye once and a while
But you’re not looking at me
You’re looking for something more new and exciting
Because I am the only thing left on this shelf nearly touching the ceiling
One by one the toys disappear
Either thrown out and sold to someone else
I am left here all alone
No one to hold me, or care for me
Inside of my hard plastic shell, I am dead
Then one day you look straight at me
And decide you want to get rid of me
You pick me up as my arm falls off
And my dress begins to tear
You nearly force the arm back into its socket
And continue to pick me up with care
Oh, how I yearned for that feeling
That careful, loving touch
But once you set me on your bed
The world starts spinning and there goes my head
Broken in many pieces shattered on the floor
I watch, as all the memories are gone
Passing through my head once more
