'Doll'
as a young child i cried because i had not the beauty that she had i was inadequate because i am not blonde in the fifth grade i realized that i am not really here-- i am a doll in a beautiful person's playroom i inspected my skin and discovered i was plastic now i am a woman, i think but you want to know, why am i? how am i? what am i? i don't know! i am a doll made of someone else's dreams which i will live out, and wish i were real or at least blonde and beautiful. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 09:51 AM PST 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"as a young child i cried..."