Today my insides feel almost as hollow as the useless and invisible glass doll that sits outside all on its lonesome. Its not dirty, or broken, but it just doesn't get noticed.
Since its not yet spring really, its still cold. Well, it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so windy, or if she had a jacket on, but it is windy, and she has no jacket. She just has to wait till someone will find her from this temporary place she's sitting and takes her somewhere warmer.
Fragile and empty she watches as people mill about her, not really noticing. Some people look at her from the corner of their eye, but go away almost before they even came.
It kind of reminds her of the people that left her there. She wasn't quite sure what had happened. One moment she was with all the other glass dolls, all lined up and on display on the shelf in the warm house, and the next moment she was alone and cold.
Finally, someone noticed her, it was a young girl. She had many dolls in her hand, which made her jealous almost. But the girl was paying attention to her. She played with the doll for a bit, then she could tell the little girl grew tired of her. The girl swung her dangerously along heedless and careless to the poor glass dolls fragility.
A park garbage was all the doll saw before she was swung into darkness. She could feel herself breaking a little as the drop hurt the glass doll terribly.
It wasn't long though, till another girl came by the garbage can, she took the doll out and looked at her with soft kind eyes. She had noticed a couple cracks. The glass on the doll had not fully broken, but it would take alot to heal her fully to the former state of the white smoothness she had.
Almost like magic she took out some glue, and started gluing the cracks together. But before she had even finished she turned her back and ran.
If the doll had felt invisible before, it was tenfold now. If she had felt useless before, the poor doll was more so now.
None looked at the doll now, except the occasional person who only looked at her sad state with pity.
The glass doll wondered if she was not good enough to be noticed, or if she was in some way useless, so much so that none wanted her.
I'm pretty sure she would cry, but being only a doll, her insides were hollow. She felt nothing at all except the cold hollow ache inside.
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the problem with little girls is, they're little and not grown up yet.
Someday a good girl, who knows how to take care of possessions will come along and take up the glass doll and love her more than any other doll ever.
Cause as matter of fact, people forget this, but glass dolls are the most valuable thing to ever own. Unless you have more than one, then all of a sudden they're the worst thing to own, cause people with more than one should never own any.
Aww... I want to give that doll a hug! :(
(Yeah, I'm just weird like that...)
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