Shining Eyes

A poem

Toy stores are visited for
The bright and beautiful
Dolls on display.

Never hurt,
Never crying,
Always happy,
Always smiling.

They have eyes that shine,
Because they are painted,
And there is nothing behind them.

Their smiles never end,
Because they are sewn on,
And they have no choice.

They never cry nor whine,
Because they cannot,
There is only stuffing inside them.

I was not the only one who liked the dolls,
I see people act like them every day.

All display.

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