Paper Dolls
Your spirit is veiled, wrapped in a cloak of facade
Confident, carefree, rules don't apply.
You fashion your world out of paper dolls
Crafted to your specifications,
But void of depth.
No character, emotion, or truth can penetrate
Though many have tried.
For their efforts, you assign each doll a pocket,
Inside the cloak
Accessible only to you.
You reach in as you need
The dolls--helplessly affixed to the fabric of your facade.
Eyes open, I now see every stitch,
Feel each prick of your needle,
Binding me to all that is thin and false.
This doll is not made of paper.
You will not strip me of my optimism, my dreams, my resolve.
For as carefully as you tend each pocket,
It only takes
One snip,
One pull,
To unravel from you forever.
Snip. Pull.
Free.
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