Doll (written at age 14)

They shaped me as perfection,

Something humans try to be.

But the hollow inside of me

Proves it all too clearly.

Hold on to me please,

I can still work!

Don’t let go of me,

I’m scared of the dark.

Broken and unwanted

I wish I could cry,

Collecting mold and dust

Gone unnoticed, why?

I’m no longer of use to you

I am a thing of your past

Maybe I grew too old for you

Or you grew up too fast.

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