I am a doll. I am soft, squishy, and cuddly like a doll. I am also the box that the doll comes in. An impregnable fortress of zip ties and cardboard that help protect my vulnerability. I am a doll. No longer judged for my body, but in replacement, my face. My face that has been sewn into one emotion. Neutral, or happy. the happy persona is the one I tend to wear the most. Neutral is just there as a friendly host. Tight, straight-lipped, but eyes so happy. A toy that children leave in the rain. A squishy, no longer cuddly wet mess, tired and drained. But they can never show it. They can never show it. Always smiling and making the same old face.
