I Am the Doll in the Corner

I am the doll in the corner

I wonder just how long ago I was put on this high shelf

I hear the sounds they make, the toys from down below

I see the dust settle all around me

I know they're unaware that i'm abandoned somewhere unreachable

I am the Doll in the corner

I pretend i'm not alone, like there's more up here

I feel the longing to not be forgotten

I touch the wood plank that keeps me trapped, for who knows how much it's aged

I worry i'll never leave this corner

I cry to feel the release of the thought of being lost

I am the Doll in the Corner

I understand their excitement for being free down there

I say i'll leave this shelf someday, and

I dream and dream of finding my way down

I try to keep a straight face, but sometimes its way too hard

I hope someday will be different and that I wont be who I am because

I am the Doll in the corner