There is no doubt
I am a girl without.
A paper doll inside a book,
Not a hug, a dance or even a look.
Nobody wants to take the time
To discover me and cut on the line.
No one comes to take the paper doll out to play,
Not even on a cold and wet rainy day.
So I live in a doll magazine inside of a box,
Filled with family treasures guarded by a stuffed fox.
Here I will stay in my one dimensional world
Until somebody decides to give me a twirl.
Stuck between pages eight and ten
Waiting to see daylight again.
Longing to love, to touch, to feel,
Always wanting to be real.
I do not care about this or that,
I just do not want to be…
flat…
