I’m lost in a box of toys.
My childhood memories.
It’s little world for someone small,
Even a demon could fit inside.

I used to play with them.
But never did I realize
that they were the ones playing with me.
I'm a doll.

It was never a secret,
But it was something I could never speak of.
The voices I heard at night.
The shadows scaring me for life.

They wanted me to play, and play and play.
I was trapped in a corner of their twisted intentions.
I didn't give in to them.
I was calm but with a hint of fear.

Now I'm running in circles.
Getting chased by living things.
It’s still a little world for someone big,
Even a demon could stay.

Run. Hide. Repeat.
Scream and scream for them to stop.
No help, no listeners for my prayers.
It’s endless.

It should’ve been the opposite.
But I had to pay for my sins.
They put me back,
And closed the lit.

I was never a human to begin with.
I’m the doll that are meant to be abused.
Forever and ever.
I’m still lost in a box of toys.

So, I just sit here,
waiting for you to defeat
the oblivion

and again, at last,
remember where you left me  
like a forgotten

toy from your childhood,
and like every toy I too
need magic to come

alive again; that
kind of magic from the sweet
little human of

mine, the one who, at
once, placed an incandescent
piece from his soul into me.

There is a monster in my toy box and he’s covered in purple fur.
His eyes are like slot machines and they whizz around and whir.
He makes me say silly things and he plays with our cat.
He hides the TV remote under the bathroom mat.
He comes out every night to read through all my books.
He tears the corners, he writes in them in crayon and just look...
When I try to catch him, he scurries far away.
Mummy and Daddy, I’m not naughty, I just have to say:
“It was the monster in my toy box, he’s naughty all the time.
You just never see him ‘cos he’s so clever with all his crimes!”