She plays with little dollies,
and smiles faintly.
Her hands do grasp their waists
and she makes them accomplish
her wildest dreams,
for this little queen cannot herself.
She cries silently at the fun they have,
at all the things without her they can accomplish.
And she is sure that in their fun,
they forget this tiny queen,
who smiles oh so faintly.
And she lets them go.
But they do not fall lifeless,
they continue to dance and smile and laugh.
it is the little queen afraid to crash their party
that falls lifelessly to the side.
As her face hits the floor it cracks.
Perhaps she is the Dollie
all the pretty dreamers
did ask to the dance.
But this little queen is terrified to have
such a thing
as a smile and a memory.
Little Dollie queen,
you are the reflection of me.
One day you can be forgotten,
the day you dare not dance.
You probably could dance away their smiles
if they could see your broken heart.
It is your nature, isn't it?
To envy their happily ever after
and to swear you want nothing more than pain.
Because it is true, isn't it?
Their happiness makes you sick, makes you hurt all the more,
makes you see your pain more clear, like black against white snow,
but you at least want them to have it,
this happiness.
Thats why you refuse their ever eager invitation;
if you would show you would steal their happiness,
and this is one thing you shall not take.
