Doll on the Shelf

Silent in the shadows, waiting for your call

A fragile piece of porcelain, crafted to enthrall

You think I’m your doll, something you can pull off the shelf

To fill your empty space, to satisfy yourself

But I’m more than just a toy, more than just a game

Hidden beneath the surface, feeling all the shame

You hold me so close, then you let me go

Casting me aside, in the silence I know

On a shelf still and quiet, watching the pretend

A mirror not yours, a story without end

Characters lined up waiting to be called

Your doll on the shelf, trapped behind the wall

Every touch feels so real, yet it’s just a fleeting dream

But I'm just your toy, filled with hollow screams

You place me back in silence, where I only watch

Living in a quiet prison, behind your facade at any cost

You hold me so close, then you let me go

Casting me aside, in the silence I know

On a shelf still and quiet, watching the pretend

A mirror not yours, a story without end

Characters lined up waiting to be called

Your doll on the shelf, trapped behind the wall

Do you see the tears behind my porcelain eyes?

Hidden in the quiet, where my true pain lies?

You play your games, then forget my name

A silent witness, caught in your hollow frame

So I’ll sit here, still and quiet, watching everything fade

A doll forgotten, behind the shadow’s cascade