Cry Baby

Your out of the womb. Your in an office with a black clock that looks like a cat. You are crying so much because of all of the fear inside you, you cant seem to hold it all in anymore. You hear a faint couple of words from your mother.
"She's such a cry baby..."
A boy goes over to what seems to be a birth certificate and writes Cry Baby. That's You. Your Cry Baby.

You look around. Your room is filled with pastel toys and childish things because, your a baby. Your hair is half black and half blonde with pastel blue and pink ends.
You see a dollhouse that you could play with, but no. Your mother is here. She sets you up in your high chair and tries to feed you, but you keep turning your head.
"Cry Baby. Stop moving your ass around."
You finally stop moving around and give the spoon a hard bite. You eat the baby food, and it's not bad, so you eat some more.
"See, Cry Baby? Not bad at all."
You finish the baby food and your mom grabs the cup of empty baby food and runs out of your room.
You notice something strange. Your toys are moving. You don't know what to do about it though, so you cry. And cry. And cry. You are crying so much now, that you notice your tears almost could drown you. It's not like you can do anything about it, though.