Have I always been a paper doll
through their eyes, their minds?
A broken child seeking happiness,
it is not what their eyes see.
But instead, an ordinary girl
whom they can mess up, torture, and use.
— from the days where in people thought that I had no feelings.
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
