Dolls
I walk through the twisting halls
The never ending halls
Wait- someone calls
Coming from a room
That's filled with dolls
I open the door
-I don't know what for
I see a covered floor
Covered with dolls
I search for the voice
That caused that noise
-that wasn't a smart choice
All I see are dolls
The same voice calls
I slam the door and race down the halls
The never ending halls
(Little boy walking into his sisters room. She's playing with her dolls)
Shy
To wander through the forest of people is difficult you see.
For those old eyes are all looking forward so they do not see me.
Their strides are so long and they are walking so fast
They do not even realize that it is me they just passed
But when one of them notice they become boisterous and loud.
They shout how adorable I am over the noises of the crowd.
Behind my mothers sturdy legs I do run and flee.
Because if I cannot see them they cannot see me.