Treated like a child's plaything
Never acknowledged of having feelings
Just used as a toy
To throw around
And take your anger out on it
Throwing it and shouting at it
Have you ever thought
That the doll could be crying inside
Internal tears ever flowing
Called nasty names
And a thing to let out some steam
Over the days events
Or because it's an easy target
It can't fight back
Or argue with you
It just stares at you unblinking
A thing that you can control
Something you can have power over
Make it bow down to you
You are not supposed
To tear people down
To build yourself up
And one of theses days
Your past sins will catch up
And all the ragdolls
You ever mistreated
Will come back
And take their revenge
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoesiaWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
