Silent Words (On Hold[School])

Doll

Pretty doll,

Boxed away in the attic,

I feel your plight.

First given access with great delight,

Passing through way too many fights.

Just want to roll up and cry.

Because all they see is the readymade smile plastered on your face,

Even though it's just a façade.

Thrown back and forth,

Your feelings they never took note.

Soon their interest started to fade,

Eventually you were replaced,

By a princess donning lace,

Boxed up and put away,

Waiting for that day,

When they take you out again,

Subjected to another few days of pain.

It makes no sense to complain,

Cause you're were only here to entertain.

Maya...