Dollhouse

I live in a house full of dolls
Where everyone is perfect,
Quite beautiful, and very soft.

I live in a house full of dolls
Where nobody lies
Only because
None of us have the right to speak.

I live in a house full of dolls
Where the curtains stay drawn
And candles remain untouched,
Though my wrists still wind up burned...
Somehow?

I live in a house full of dolls
Where the food is hard as plastic,
And lead poisoning stitches our sides.
We cry out in pain,
But our mouths are stitched shut
Before we can protest.

I live in a house full of dolls
That belongs to the
Giant Ruler of All.
She whispers sweet nothings
Into our melting ears,
But nobody responds,
Because "nobody hears".