Doll

When I was a little girl, I imagined how nice being a doll. Has long blonde hair, pretty eyes,  pointed nose, white flawless skin, long leg and beautiful face and body.
I used to watch Barbie, sometimes I wanna be her. Having a handsome Ken, a lot of pretty and nice friend, cool car and beautiful life. I wonder if I were a barbie.
But now, I don't wanna be Barbie or any kind of doll. Even they have a good body but they don't have a good heart to feel. Even their owner buy a lot of pretty dress for them but they can't wear them as they want. Even they are being treated nicely like a princess but they will just end up in the box of trash or in the show case.
Love, happy, sad, angry, cry, afraid, confuse, they won't feel anything. Nobody will understand what they want. They are created just for make everyone happy, they are made just as a toy who must do what their owner ask.
Poor barbie, poor doll, poor me ..