She sits on the shelf, the

other toys around

her…

she is weeping

silently

There was a time

some time

ago…when

she looked happy with

a smile painted

on her

face…but

it was paint

she doesn’t know how

to be

happy

sad

but how she is supposed to

look

paint and ink

emotion

brushed on.

Today she dreams

tomorrow she

feels

Looking at herself, her

life she sees

but…she can’t see

until she

knows and

knowing isn’t brushed

on

by someone

else.