You said I was a doll
With long hair and rosy cheeks
I was only six years old
With tiny hands and feet
You gave me lots of toy dolls
With long hair and perfect cheeks
I was only eight
Is this how I should be?
I'd look at all my toy dolls
Pretty face and tiny waist
Then I'd look in the mirror
And let the tears run down my face
You said I wasn't a doll
Called me fat and cut my hair
I tried so hard to be a doll again
But the beauty wasn't there
I wanted to be a doll again
Beautiful and petit
With porcelain skin and tiny thighs
So I'm always on my knees
I'm going to become a doll
With with long hair and perfect skin
I will weigh so very little
Ana will make me thin
Look! Am I a doll now?
I'm working so very hard
My bones are showing through
My heart is about to stop
She died a little doll
Starving for perfection
Because she didn't see a doll
When she looked at her reflection
You all miss your little doll
Of course she's perfect now
You should have told her that
When she was still around
That little doll is buried
They didn't see her smile fall
She wanted to be perfect
But as you see
She has always been a doll after all
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
