Doll

Choose for me, decide what I may do.

Brush back my hair gentle or rough as you please;

Style it up or down

Dress me or undress me;

Never on my face will you see a frown.

Create storylines, plots, of who I am

And everything I do.

Special jobs and special friends

All my life dictated by you.

Prop me up to a mirror

So that I can see myself

Just don't get annoyed with me

I'm content just not sitting on a shelf

Will you swivel my leg the tiniest bit,

Stand me up more straight?

It all lies in your two hands

The decision of my fate.

Author's Note

Kinda thinking Barbie when I did this one.