I don’t trust

Those boxes

With people inside

I don’t trust people to

Keep silent

Not after all this

Passing time

.

Instead of a person

I don’t trust

I don’t truly know

I’d rather speak

My wishes

Worst fears

And doubts

To a wooden doll

.

~

.

Time is spinning

And the wooden doll

Has many scratches and marks

By now

.

I have whispered to it so often

That to me it has become

Flesh and blood

A real person

. 

I imagine

Thoughts

Feelings

And opinions for it

Speaking to it

From a little box in my head

Afraid to say

Some things

In fear of upsetting it

.

It’s not right for me

Anymore

I’m too attached

It’s time to throw it away

And find a new

Wooden doll