I am hiding. And I can't finish any 

Thing.

I am hiding behind you.

Not allowing myself to speak.

Oh how we love you.

God, we love you!

You are the perfect interpretation

Of a human, of a 

Doll.

You are the perfect interpretation

Of anything at all.

I am not old enough yet

To weep

Or to speak,

Hiding behind trees.

Peaking at the idea 

Of a good face,

A pretty face.

Something I can't be

And find it hard to see.

Don't we know,

You are the perfect interpretation

Identification

Imagination

Magnification,

Of what everything should be.