In An Attempt To Escape The Dollhouse Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

a smile in a painted mirror
hung on a cardboard wall
an artificial reflection
in this world that's grown so small

nothing but porcelain tissues
are here to absorb the tears
so here i write with a feather pen
by the light of plastic chandeliers

the precious doll that you once loved
is now fading into imitation
the boy next door still waves at me
but now as if i was a decoration

in an attempt to escape where you left me
i find myself farther from what is real
in this multicolor dollhouse
i completely cease to feel.