The Dollhouse Mirror

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The Dollhouse Mirror

In my reflection
I see a doll,
A fake,
Someone they can dress up,
Someone they can change.
Control me,
Sew me up when I am broken,
Take away my personality,
And leave me open.
And after I can no longer recognise who I am,
They abandon me,
Stitched up and unwanted.
Left clothless and homeless,
Yet free and ownerless.
Taking control
I begin to change,
Fragile and easy to break,
A China doll,
A porcelain make.
Stronger and antique,
Beautiful and unique.
Hurt me and prepare to bleed.
I will cut you with my pain,
And glue myself together again.
Broken but better.
No more stitches
Or ugly sweaters.
I am priceless.
I am free.
In my reflection
I am me.

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