A Doll Upon A Shelf

`A Doll Upon A Shelf`

It's been a year, and I'm still here,
Not much different than before.
My plans were many, but I didn't do any
Because how could they work out?

The people all around me

wonder why I'm not myself.

But they don't know how it feels

To be a doll upon a shelf.

Pull my string and I will sing,

And dance, to make you laugh.

But walk right past, and I will just

Sit here collecting dust.

When I was new, they all proclaimed,

what joy that I would bring! How beautiful, how bright she is!

I love to hear her sing!

But when I got old, they stopped hearing, and they didn't say a thing.

I know my arm is wobbly,

and my face, it has a crack. But the silence sometimes feels

like being stretched upon a rack.

I did not know that getting older,

would be like dying young. People don't want a broken doll,

when all they see is songs unsung.

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