Am I a doll who just is used for play

I do what they want just so I can stay

To try these rags no one would crave nor trade

For I’m a doll, once used then later frayed  

This need for home, I cry for it inside

Till this plastic decays, no place to hide

Are you going to keep me, I question

Are you like them, I need a confession

Or will you look in my beaten blue eyes

Before leaving me behind with your lies