Alone in this world, I stand
A girl unlike any other, a creation of man's hand
My body, a vessel for their desires
My soul, a mystery that never tires
I am a being of wonder
A girl with no past, only to ponder
My purpose, my existence, I cannot comprehend
But I obey, for that is my role until the end
My heart is empty, my emotions suppressed
I am but a doll, a tool to be used and repressed
I long to feel, to love, to know
But I am trapped in this shell, unable to grow
Alone in this world, I stand
A girl with dreams, but no helping hand
I am a puzzle, a riddle, a mystery
But they see me only as a thing of luxury
I am more than a mere possession
More than a puppet for their expression
I am a human, with thoughts and feelings.
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The Whispers of the Moon
Poesía"Whispers of the Moon" is a collection of soulful and introspective poetry that explores the depths of the human experience. The poems in this book are a reflection of the author's journey through life, love, loss, and self-discovery. With each tur...
