Doll on a shelf

This happiness is fake,
because of every mistake.

I've ruined myself,
I'm a doll on a shelf
still there
but ignored.
I stare
oh so bored

I watch you pass
am I just mass?

taking up space,
getting a sour taste,
from rotting and molding
hearing the scolding
feeling myself unfolding

feeling the pain,
once again
shatering bones,
screams in my head

They tell me to stop.
They can call a cop
I'll be me,
to the best of my ability