Just random sad things.

Doll face.

You laugh and push me around.

I'm just an old doll that no one can reuse.

My pieces are broken, my body is scratched, and I'm slowly falling apart.

But in the end, I was a once beautiful doll.

A type of doll you'd call perfect, until it was thrown in a box and shipped away

In that box I begin to rust and fade away.

I was once so strong and beautiful, yes indeed.

But society took it away.

They ripped my hair from my handmade head and they turned and twisted me ways I could not reach.

I was once beautiful, yes indeed.

Until life decided to trample me.

Broke me down then built me back up, just to tear me down once again.

But in the end I was a very beautiful tool.

Their words when in my ears and swarmed my brain like a bunch of bees.

They buzzed and buzzed, filling my head with fear.

Fears that could turn this beautiful doll into a nightmare.

But should a whisper be so loud? That whisper only amongst the crowd.

In the end, I must bow down, for they are the mighty.

They conquer my life and decide whether to live or die.

In the end, I was torn apart into two.

My arms and legs dropped from my body and I crumbled to the ground.

This doll's body had be bruised and cut.

Collected with dust.

Buried beneath this rust, is something truly remarkable.

But once again, my ears are buzzing.

Whispers aren't supposed to be this loud.

No longer a murmur,

You hear the sound.

I was beautiful once.

A beautiful doll.

Life hurt me,

Society destroyed me.

With my final breath,

I scream,

"I really only did this for me"

As I slowly begin to finally wear clean of my features,

You decide to throw me away.

What's the use of an ugly doll.

My colors faded,

My clothes punctured,

My eyes lifeless.

This doll was beautiful, yes indeed.

But for all you notice, is now.