The doll at the bottom of the chest

The one that a child once loved dearly

The one that a child carried with it everywhere

The one that a child had made her best friend

But things changed

The parents bought a new prettier doll

One that wasn't worn down

One with a new dress, clean hair, and a new porcelain face

The child threw old doll into a chest and over time forgot about it

The doll that had once been loved

Now laid there and decayed

The doll that had been carried everywhere

Now saw nothing but the wooden walls of the chest

The doll that was a child's best friend

Now knew no one, had no one

The doll had no new dress

Had messy darkened hair

And a dirty ivory face

The doll was nothing anymore