dollhouse by sarah hamilton
once
a long time ago,
dolls were simply a past time with a wild imagination.
that was then.
day after day, morning after morning,
one puts on some color, a face, some personality, a lifestyle
as the transformation creates one's image of self, and it's true,
that this image of beauty is a beautiful, pretty, reflection of the world
but also
our own selves.
like dolls, society plays and toys with our bodies, our feelings, our actions
like dolls, we live the lives people think we should have
but at the end of the day
our true forms are true
our souls ignite
and the reflectional hour lets those willing to find their way out of the dollhouse
and into reality...



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