dress me up
braid my hair
and give me a generic female name
hug me and hold me tight
with absolutely all of your might
drag me across the floor by my arm
cuddle me in your slumber
as if i'm your sleeping charm
tell me how much you love me
and say that i'm your best friend
cry after you've spilled your hot tea
on my alluring red dress
and apologized with your words
making my anger towards you less
the washing machine
is my biggest enemy
but it'll make me handle the caffeine
even if i freeze from the fear
knowing that you'll be there
makes me feel real
we spent many days together
playing and laughing
once you turned fifteen though
i was left in your dusty drawer down below
i am a mere doll with feelings
the young mistress growing up induces my tears
because i will only be thrown out
after being played with for so many years
my rugged dark hair
my porcelain smooth skin
my gorgeous red dress
and my green eyes that now look grim
will all stay forgotten
realize that being a human is a privilege
dreams
hopes
and wishes
i have those too
if only i was human
i could be seen as equal
instead of being deserted
and being left to ruin
mistress, mistress
would you be my friend then?
i am growing quite tired
of seeing you like this
you no longer smile
i feel lonely and amiss
what have i done wrong?
i am, just me
your friend
even if you decide to leave
please come back
and let's play again
human or not
i'll always watch you
from the drawer underneath your bed
don't forget me
or i'll rot
do that to me
and you'll see where you'll end up
in a drawer like me
except underground
i love you mistress <3
- from, your pretty little friend agnes.
