Gailavira

You don't want to know me. You never really did. It was enough for you that I sat there quietly, and played the role of the pretty little doll. I listened when you spoke and I dared not speak back. I laughed when you laughed. I smiled at you sweetly as you told your stories. And when you were done, I stood there before you. My little doll dress fell to the floor of your little doll house. Your hands ran across my pale little doll skin. For a while, you were my little doll too. But you quickly grew tired of your little doll game. So you packed me away with a promise, that you would play with me again someday. But your promise was a lie and so