The Doll

I see a doll

across the room,

Her eyes are big

that set your doom.


I state into her eyes

and she stares back,

she look bone dry

as if she were to attack.


She looks alive

and she waves goodbye,

I want to cry

and wish to die.


I close my eyes

and so does she,

i wonder why

she acts like me!


i reach for her

and i touch a glass,

then i realize..... 

it was just me!





Guide that inspired this poem: 



This poem is to describe how i feel when there is so much in my mind.



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