OOC: This is a free verse poem in first person. There are some things I need to address before reading. Mikhaila is the name of a limited edition Asian ball-jointed doll from a South Korean company. When it was released, it sparked outrage and controversy because of how it bore major resemblances to Püns, an Asian ball-jointed doll from a French company. Whether or not Mikhaila is really sculpted from plagiarism remains to be seen. (Also, there's a reference somewhere in there.) Enjoy ^^ -- BIC: To have a mouth- but no voice, To have a pair of eyes- but no tears, Their taunts, their jeers, Their gestures are my fears Beyond this boundary of human and resin. "What is a man- but a miserable pile of secrets?" Even you, the flesh, had said it the same, And so my creators are to blame- And you cry out, "Have you no shame?" For my meaningless, worthless existence. Surely if I had not been born, To even be looked down upon my kin, My very existence a sin, Within the faded skin- My creators would not have mattered. I apologize, my fellow sisters, For the path you are to take- To forever be in hatred's wake, To forever be the creator's fake Intention or accident- who would have known? A cold chill upon my back, A heavy burden on my shoulders, The criticisms a plethora of boulders, The skin of mine soon to molder- At least, that is my wish in order to end it all.