Vain Redemption of the Broken Doll

“So...you can’t do anything? Then what good are you, then?!”

My heart wavers like the ripples of the lake
The lake of the blind, the tears of the conceited
Endlessly rippling about, serenity diluted
Selfishly ripped apart by ignorance

Piece it back together

I fall from my glass pendulum, shattering to bits
Shards of my memories are splayed around me
Why am I over there?
I can only pick at chips that refuse to be picked up

Piece it back together

I’m staring at my reflection with false perception
Touching the fragments of a lonely imbecile
And the glass topples from stability, slicing my arms open
Revealing the strings of my own deceit

Piece it back together

I never notice the darkness consuming my heart
And the juvenile blossom only wilting
Decaying petals flutter into my grasp, mistakes of the past
The tears of vanity make themselves known again

Piece it back together

My eyes reject the reality placed before me
And I futilely reach for those who’ve abandoned me
“It’s all your fault, y’know?”
But I never wanted to watch the world crumble

Didn’t you hear me the first time?
Piece it back together.

Author's Note

Another poem, but this time for a character named Cherokee (or "Kiki" IC, as her other name was rejected by the mod). She's kinda going through a rough time right now, but she's finally realized that her spoiled and bratty butt has only gotten her in trouble up to this point.

I had a visual planned for this, but I unfortunately have yet to finish it.

Also, this is part of a short, I guess you could call it a, series about all of my gals in this particular RP group. Some of them will have only one poem written about them, and some may have maybe three max.

I can also confirm that she will have a second poem coming eventually~