Faceless Doll


I, in my Life,
Am merely a faceless doll.
I am to be moved around,
A pawn,
To be maneuvered by those
Much less mature for myself than I.
I've no voice to speak,
For I am never spoken to;
I've no eyes to see,
For I need none to choose a path;
I've even no ears to hear,
For I am too 'immature' to hear
Words spoken of me
By those supposedly above me.
I need not dress myself,
For I cannot choose my fabrics, either way.
I need not move myself,
For I cannot choose my destination, whichever way.
And I need not worry myself,
For I cannot choose my fortune, my doom, anyway.

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