dollhood

when I spoke out I was too loud

when I was quiet I was being

trampled under foot

I shoved all my creations under

the rug

I quieted them

they called to me I told them

I must forget you

these perceived ashamed looks

that forced my fingers to

solidify together

that forced my voice

to quiet

that made me feel that

the thing I was best at

was sitting still

like a doll in the attic

past its prime

features so indistinct

insides hallow

and eyes sad