Doll-face

Born trusting, spirited into a cage, stifled, smothered, overprotected

Kept a silent, shrinking doll-face through repression and control subjected

This fold has no bars, neither locks but walls of angry wordy distain

Invisible to all blind-less others who, Cannot or will not comprehend the pain

Alas, look the crib is un-impeded, though, still I do not race outside

Broken, cloaked from fear unknown, ultimately, my prison is the doubt inside

Now my wisdom and theory have ripened and my lines and years exceed my past

I step towards the dark or the light? Ready, yet still, tight, the bars I grasp