"Doll House"

They knew I would hate it here,
And thought I would change to get out.

I turn them into tiny cigarettes,
Because I know i'm smarter
Than smoke I exhale and
Stare clean through.

I have made a couple
Tin cans which sat silently.
I jumped on them to
Get that one sound.

Some I turned into dogs
That loved to run fast
And far to retrieve the
Colored balls I threw.

I made one a razor blade
And cut myself just enough
So my blood ran over it.
It felt I was real.

We all get along better here,
I've decided to stay.