Dollhouse Poem by Amera Andersen

There is a place I go when I’m alone,
a fantasy created in my mind.
Within my world I feel that I am grown;
I have a house where I keep dolls confined.
I keep my little people in a room...
and some of them just seem to scream and yell.
Those are the ones that I will send to doom;
as I confine them in their little cell.
I act like mother, making them obey.
I want to hear their whimpers and their begs.
I've locked them in their room so they can't stray;
If one complains I just rip off his legs.
My doll supply will never suffer dearth,
I take my ship, there’s plenty more on Earth.