There is a doll upon a shelf,
Under such a coat of dust,
She is invisible with must.
Forgotten there without a fuss.

When she's groomed she sits and stares
Eyes unseeing and unawares.
People see her and remark
"What a wonderful doll! Such a lark

For most times she sits lonely there,
Surrounded by those who do not care.
She looks so nice but deep inside
No one sees the tears she's cried.

Cold porcelain surrounds her heart,
Keeping it free, safe and dark.
From the ones who do not care,
The ones who see only dolly fair.

Safe in her mind she looks on out
At the cold world, big and dark.
Their knowledge of her small as a quark.
All alone without an ark.

There is a doll upon a shelf,
Forgotten by everyone else.
People see only the cold outside
While the dolly slowly dies.