Your plastic eyes search my face,
So different from yours,
Unique and hideous,
A creature you have never seen.

You shake me violently, and turn me over,
Looking for the seam -
The place of imperfection
Where you can rip me apart and find out what I am made of.

I am different from you
and it scares you.
I have disrupted your neat order,
Your common-sense geometric world.

You hate me,
And all because I chose to be different,
And I am not you,
And I am not like you.

But I try to be like you...
I want to stand in your rows of paper doll people,
And I pretend that you won't notice.
But I am always found out.

I want to be accepted...
But I refuse to be like you.
The happy medium I'm searching for
is nowhere to be found.

So I sit by myself, cowering,
Hiding in the corner of our world,
Watching as the single file lines
Of paper doll people go by.