“Dollhouse” by Kennedy McCarthy
Blue is my favorite color,
I established that years ago.
And sure, people change.
But that’s how I’ve always been.
In my dollhouse,
I wear bright baby blue,
I’m the girl I’ve come to know,
Who lives without expiration.
My path, drawn from a child’s sketchbook.
Pages torn and glued together.
I hold to it like the Bible,
But I was never the religious type.
At the cusp of growth,
My skin is stale, resistant to change,
It’s clear to me,
I was never built to age.
I’m independent.
But scared to be alone.
I know what I want.
But it changes by the minute.
In my dollhouse,
I wear thin porcelain skin,
I’m the girl who couldn’t change.
It’s how I’ve always been.