Doll

Tiny moving parts,

Never to be seen

As anything more

Than a pretty little doll.

Hoping wasn't enough

To move their cold hearts

As they carelessly

Played with her life.

They decide when she rests,

What she hates,

What she loves.

When she crawled,

When she walked,

When she ran.

It's hard to sleep

At night when

They leave her without free will.

She feels more doll

Than human.