In the corner of the room it sits.
With its bright plastic eyes.
Just staring,

Nothing less, nothing more.

When its deep
Stare has you spooked,

Don't worry.

Its only a doll,

What could a stupid doll possibly do?

Stare.

Nothing less, nothing more.

But remember, when it stares
It might just know what it's staring at.

Maybe,

It could be looking into yourself.

That doll in the corner of your room,
You think for a second it blinked.

You won the staring contest.

The doll grunts and walks away,

Under its sheet in the corner.