Doll

 I don't want to see you. 

Yes you read it right.

I don't want to see you.

A figment of imagination you are.

Which tantalizes me to reach the stars.

But you too have scars.

Which you hide.

Just to attract people like mice.

Who runs after you.

Exhausting themselves to death.

You snatch away their breath.

You cleverly play these games.

But you too are like us.

Filled with dirt and dust .

And we are sweepers.

Who washes that away .

Like a queen you sway.

You always persuade.

The King that you like.

Eventually making him your mice.

That mice cleans you all.

Makes you his beautiful doll.

I don't want to see those dolls anymore.