Sometimes I would smile, but sometimes it would only be a mere laughter,
But still, I would only be a hard robot; only prettier- as they said
Sometimes I would talk to the dust piled under his working desk,
I would sniff in my tears and let out a sigh that meant everything in the whole universe;
‘Our systems are a little different to everybody else,
we were always smiling, even before we knew it’
I told the stones on the road,
“In his recipe, another ‘toy’ would be brought to life today.”
They call us dolls, pretty little bunches: perfectly tuned,
set up to a single, carefully manipulated pose
One day I finally found the courage to crack my face
Or perhaps only the facade of who I am
I decided to let whatever left inside me spill out into the outside world
I wanted to show light into me
I desperately needed some sunshine inside myself
I ran out the window, towards the pathway
and was stopped.
‘Princess, we don’t want you to be hazed out n’ faded, do we?’