Travel to nowhere...

When I was little
Girl
I gave my toys to others
I could not understand
I cried so many nights
To realise
With sadness
Worlds of others
Too far to travel
And to deep
To mind...
I have decided
Never try
To give my own
World
There is no way...
They may just
Feel
My heart
They might accept
Just might...
But never reach
My world...
And never meet again...
For what to try
To fly?
To Love?
No no...
Abort...
I better stay
And wait
My day
If
Toys return
To my childhood
Again...
I waited
Many nights
And days...
I waited,
Keeping
Doors
Just open
To my Soul
Nobody
Came
Nobody
Liked
Just Owl....
Nobody liked
When
It is open world...
But keep it
Shut...
Was difficult...,
for what...?