thank you?

thank you?

should I say thank you,

when someone calls me a doll?

should I say thank you,

for

something that makes me feel so small?

as if I were just that,

a lifeless image,

caged by their “compliments”

slaughtered by their “smiles”

am I mistaking their laughs

for “love”?

sneers at the pitiful fool,

who

could only say

thank you

in the end

bound to

the insecurity

the s

h

a

m

e

a broken record,

its song haunting

replays of my name

for what else can the doll say except

open her mouth and

repeat

“thank you?”