Thinking 13 years back,
I was competing with the toys in the shop,
To see who will be taken away.
It was thrilling yet tiring,
As I have to always smile and look the best.
I mean, who would want an ugly doll, right?
It was then when I first saw you,
Your hair tied in ponytail and you wore a yellow dress,
When our eyes met,
You picked me up and begged your parents to have me.
And the rest is history.
You would carry me around,
From the garden to your colourful room.
You came to me when you felt insecure or cold.
I had a wonderful time being close to you,
Except you giving me that goo on the spoon you called as "food",
Cause that's disgusting.
And now I'm here,
In the dark attic,
Waiting to see you.
Instead, I heard screams and shouting outside the attic.
I wonder what happen.
If I ever had a chance to move,
You will probably call exorcist,
Or maybe make it into a movie.
Oh,
If it ever happens,
I hope I could exceed Annabelle.
Thanks to those white floating figures that visited me occasionally,
I get to know a little about you and your family.
You're in college now,
your brother been smoking pot lately,
your mum's been taking pills to sleep,
And did you know your dad had a few smear lipstick stains on his collar.
I bet you don't.
Shit.
Who am I kidding?
What am I to you?
Sure, I'm a doll that you play,
But am I like one of your exes?
An object to toy with?
This dark room triggers my claustrophobic.
This dark room is cold, dusty and too quiet.
This dark room reminds me how powerless I am.
Please,
Please get me out of here,
Let me see light,
Let me see hope.
Let me be free.
I didn't know that I'll end up here.
I didn't know that you're the one who'll do it.
I didn't know you have the thought of putting me in a place so eerie.
I didn't know this is where I MEANT to be.
Whether I know or not,
I'll end up somewhere,
Somewhere unpleasant.
As I am just another fucking pretty doll for someone like you.
