You hold her, caress her, show her to friends…you even tell her you love her, but when the show is over you place her back on the shelf, turn out the light and lock the door, only to return when you want to experience her beauty. But she longs to be a real person in your life and she sobs when you leave because she feels so alone.

Her whimpers and small voice go unheard, “There is life! There is substance!” But who will see?

She is a doll to most, a treasure to few and always confined by one.