It Lies

There it is.
You know, it talks.
It says "I can comfort you."
Or "I can bring them back."
It lies, but it lies very well.
Don't you believe me?
Sometimes its a boy.


Others a girl.


It can't make up its mind.
It likes my arms and legs.
It even wants to be an artist.
Most people say its a bad thing.
That it needs to go away.
Why though?
Have'nt they loved?
I love it, and it does'nt really hurt me.
It loves me too.
Doesn't it?
Don't you?
Don't be shy, talk!
Come on!
Tell them I'm not crazy!
Please...