You treat me like a doll
A fragile, porcelain doll
The kind that sits on your grandmother's shelf
You touch me gingerly
You ruffle my dress
You change my shoes
You brush my hair
You parade me around like I'm a prize that you've won
You marvel at my beauty
You paint my face a pale blush when you compliment me
But with a simple mistake, you could destroy me
I could break into a million pieces
But you are careful with what is yours
You know I'm made of glass
You know there is only so much you can do with me
You know my limits
And you know I don't possess the power to get up and walk away from you
You treat me like a doll
A fragile, porcelain doll
You put me up on a self
And make me watch
As you play with other toys
And forget me until you become bored again
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Morbid, I know. But I don't care.
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Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
Ficción GeneralThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo