My Feelings

Doll

I woke up in a hospital bed,

I'll be fine, the doctor said,

Yet again I was saved,

There's nothing more to do; 'Just be the doll and behave'

I'm officially a walking doll,

A fake smiling lively gal.

I paced the match box room;taking a stroll,

They want me to recover; 'til then, caged I shall.

Knives, or anything sharp has been deprived.

Also held inside a locked room,

I must go through this and survive.

Locking me up further made my depression bloom.

The door opened,

Doctor entered and nurses too,

They smiled; their gazes softened,

I 'fake' grinned and waved; shocked by their sudden visit out of the blue.

A nurse wrote something,

Whilst I sat and smiled; looking 'confused'.

Doc questioned almost anything,

Giving them lies more than I should.

Doc smiled and gave a relieved sigh,

I continued to smile; nothing's wrong,

I think they bought my lie,

For now I'm pretending to be strong.

They told me I'll be free tomorrow,

By now I'm smiling boldly,

They'll be happy; but I'll be bringing back my past sorrow.

They think I've recovered; Technically it's the reverse sadly.

I'm a doll.

Who lost it's heart and soul,

My level of depression has taken it's toll.

I can't continue, no more;There'll be nothing to console.

I know they tried their best,

In making me recover,

This is the best time for me to rest;

Gone forever.