A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

A Doll for a Daughter

I was your perfect doll,
Till the fabric got too small.
Holes litter the dress you bought me at the mall.
And, compared to the lies I tell, I will never be tall.

You see, I did this all too early.
Thought that would make my world pearly.
But now the curtains are unfurling
On a story I think is still rather blurry.

I'll tell you it now,
All the whys and hows.
I'll even tell you about my secret vow.
And maybe you'll understand after my very last bow.

I tore away from my cloth at a run.
"You've ripped all your stitching, was that fun?"
I became your perfect daughter before my life had begun.
Now look at this talentless fool thinking she's won.

This is the story of a girl,
Who if you asked her, she would spin and twirl.
She lived her life in a whirl,
Waiting for the day the story would unfurl.

I am your dolly daughter,
And you're my perfect father.
I wanted to impress you, and so I taught her.
That young girl, I held and caught her.

This wasn't something a little girl should ever have to do.
You knew it too.
But I was so afraid to lose you
That I threw away my future chances, it's true.

The older I get, the more mistakes you can see.
I beg on my knees,
"Just let me be."
I can be your perfect daughter if you'd just ignore the rest of me.

I'm sorry I grew too quick.
I'm sorry I let the lies grow so thick.
I'm sorry I let that doll get kicked.
Now I lay broken because I hoped I'd be the one you'd pick.