I Am A Real Boy

My story goes as so

I was in a dark room with only a crack of light shining on my left arm

My arms

They were held above my head and I could feel them go numb as they have been this way for a while

Held by invisible strings that with all my strength could not escape from

I sat there in the dark and waited

It has been this way for as long as I could remember

I would wait in the dark room and then the man would fetch me

He would open the large door across from me

Opening up a light so bright it would blind me from seeing his face

But I would know it was him each time he came

He would reek of alcohol and musk that I would be forced to hold my breathe from the stench

The door slams open and I am blinded by light

My nose is hit by the terrible smell of the man and his large feet stomps forward

The man leans forward and my arms are tied above my head

He lifts me off the ground, I am still blinded

I could hear his feet shuffle out of the dark room

Not many steps later we are in another room

I know this room, everyday I go to this room and try to get a glimpse of my surroundings

But everyday when I try to retrieve my eyesight I am hit again with bright lights

They don’t want me to see, I am blinded once again

I hear people crowding into the room

Shuffling feet, loud chatter, heavy breathing, and laughter

The music starts and I start to dance

Unwillingly

Not long after I am thrown back into the dark room

The man this time sways back and forth and I feel sea sick

My arms above my head and my head slumped forward

I hang from my post waiting once again

With the only crack of light shining on my left arm I remind myself

“I am a real boy.”