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all dolled up, baby, you don't need to cry
wouldn't want to ruin all that hard work around your eyes
dressed up, all pretty, why would you need to be sad?
you know there's many other's begging for the things you have
with knee-high stockings, and heels that make your feet hurt
stop acting depressed, others have it worse!
bubbles fill your eyes, but don't dare let loose
and your mind somehow wanders to pills, ropes, and a noose
beautiful plastic barbie, soon ready to play!
let's get all those feelings locked up and put away!
look ladies and gentlemen,
she's all dolled, with no fears in her eyes
but just know deep down, she's ready to die
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YOU ARE READING
'identity'- poetry
Poesía"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
