The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

Dolly

There was once a porcelain doll. She has pale skin, curly hair, and eyes that give beholders a glimpse into the ocean. She loves to laugh and talk with her friends, sings the songs she loves, and would never lie. One day, she was ignored by all. She was laughed at, torn apart and buried away until nobody could remember who she was. Soon enough, an ocean of lies formed where she was trapped. It seemed like an eternity until someone found her empty shell. But she was never the same beautiful doll she once was. Her skin had become speckled with cuts and bruises, her hair messy and unbrushed, and her eyes sad and filled with tears. She had become doubtful of everyone she met, she sang away her sorrow and lied by second nature. Sure, she had been found, but it had been too long since she had ever had a person she could call a friend. She had lost herself in the anger and hatred, and couldn't remember who she was. The only thing that was etched in her were the cracks in her once curl-luscious head, which brought memories of losing herself to the monsters she once called "friends". The girls that found her couldn't understand why she was this way, but the doll would never say anything. After all, I can't understand it either.