Poem
By: Krisco

A/N: Another poem I had to write with the help of my English Teacher :(

End of Dream

If I could think like plastic

maybe things would be okay

Without tears, you tell me "Dolls can cry"

Without pain, you tell me "Dolls can feel lonely"

Without heartbeat, you tell me "Dolls can love"

But the curtains are closing on this

porcelain stage; no longer

will I rest in the shadow.