i think i'm hollow. such pretty eyes with nothing behind them. when did i become thoughtless? i have no inspiration lest i make it alone. when did i become complacent and content? when did i become satisfied? i am just a carved shell with frills along the edges. watch my hands do as they are.
i think i am hollow. silly, silly girl of mediocracy. look, you have locked yourself in a soft, ivory cage full of fright and silence. do a dance for me please, everyday. laugh for us. such pretty eyes you have. you must see things differently. do you?
no i do not. i am just some skin with rouge on my cheeks. i look lively. but no, i am a doll of porcelain and paint. such resemblance to intelligence i possess. such passion that flecks off my golden hair. i will dance for you and laugh.