but I guess
who cares anyways, about an abandoned dolls dream
maybe
being stuck, unmoving, alone and stored away is just how my story will play out
and maybe
just maybe
I'll be able to see freedom, even for a glance, before it ends and I move on
maybe, when all is said and done
I'll be nothing more than a soulless ragdoll waiting to be played with, left in the darkness, abandoned, to never be seen again, to never be played with again.
maybe my world will be filled with darkness with no lantern to guide the way
maybe I'll actually be likeable in the next life
maybe I'll actually be worth someone's time
maybe I'll actually deserve to be liked
but not this lifetime
not ever
maybe
that's just fine
maybe I never really mattered anyways, I was just a convenient mirror for people to talk about what they wanted to talk about.
maybe my job in this world is not to be a person