Broken Dolls

Porcelain face, cloudy blue eyes 

Scarlet red lips, glass heart 

Lifeless smile 

Your broken doll 

Perfect hair, perfect body 

Perfect lies, perfect everything 

You dress me up, comb my hair 

Model me the way you want me to be 

Tied up in laces, caked with perfume 

Erases the hidden flaws

When you get bored with me 

You put me back on the shelf 

To play with me later 

As I slowly decay and frost 

Do you love me now? 

I gazed in the mirror 

And see lies surfacing a pain 

That's all it is, is lies 

I don't see the real me 

Just someone who you want me to be 

Someone I'll never become 

My hollow eyes stared at the nothingness 

As I pull off this mask 

Revealing the truth, what the mirror can't see 

But you don't like me this way 

I'm hideous 

I'm not real to you anymore 

What if I was a paper doll? 

Reviews

[Chaos_Collector]

No one deserves to have to be just a doll to be played with and used. I find there to be a great deal of sadness in this poem that touched my heart. Wonderful work Kate. .

[Kate Henderson]

Thanks for reviewing my work!

[Chaos_Collector]

Youre welcome. I enjoyed reading your work