Cramped
Scary
Trapped
Weary.
This dollhouse so small
How am I in it?
I’ve the urge to bawl
I almost don’t fit.
The rooms don’t offer space
My claustrophobia flares
I beg the gods for grace
My mind needs repairs.
All my limbs are restricted
I can’t feel my feet
My senses so wicked
I only feel defeat.
I’ll probably never escape
But what put me in here?
Definitely a ton of disgrace
How dare they break the Code of Musketeer.
