Life as a Doll

Since birth, I have been a doll. Made to have my hair brushed and washed and my opinions go down the faucet with the shampoo. Being born as a doll makes one reach out to people that will treat you like one. My biggest dream is to marry a person that will spoil me with money and won't even talk to me otherwise, but is that really what I want? Do I want to be a doll or was I just born that way? Even if I try to escape, will I end up the same? Am I cursed to just chase after the feeling of dismissal until I die in clothes I would never wear and rest for eternity next to a person I don't know? In the end, it's better not to think any way. It's better to accept what comes to you and say please and thank you, even if it's a jar of the blood they drained out of you. If you don't, they'll bleed you more. You'll spend you're life bleeding out and is that really what it takes to be "happy"? Isn't it better to simply be naive? I fear all my life I'll believe this is my choice. I choose to be a doll. I wanted this.