My House Was Like A Dollhouse,

And I Was A Mere Puppet Being Controlled By Their Strings.

I Was Barely Holding On,

My Rips Were Staring Right Back At Me.

The Seams All Torn And Tattered,

Yet Nobody Bothered To Fix Me Anyways.

For To Them ,I Was A Mere Doll;

A Play Toy Who's Feelings Were Of No Concern.

The Peeling Paint Reminded Me Of Home,

But All That Remains Now Were, 

Freshly Coated Walls Of Misery.

No One Ever Listens ,
The Wallpaper Glistens,

Just Don't Let Them See What Goes Down In The Kitchen.

I Blink The Tears Forming In My Eyes,

Never Letting A Single Pearl Drop To The Ground

For They Didn't Deserve It .

All Of Their Yelling Was Like A Tight Slap To My Face,

Merciless ,Fast And Like A Knife To My Chest Every Time.

It Was As Good As Having My Strings Cut And

 Being Thrown Into The Back Of The Closet.

With No Strings Attached, I Slumped Down The Wall

As They Kicked Me Into A Corner.

Maybe I Was Less Smarter Than The Other Dolls.

Maybe Less Prettier.

Maybe Less Bolder.

Maybe Less Successful.

Maybe Just More Myself Than The Other Dolls.

But Why Didn't It Ever Occur To Them That,

I Tried,

I Fucking Tried ,

With All My Heart To Make Them Proud,

I Ruined Myself  Just To See A Smile On Their Face Everyday.

It Hurt Me Even More ,When I Saw 

Them Wishing They Had Another Doll.

They Pointed At Me And Exclaimed

"Anybody Is Better Than This Piece Of Trash"

Even The Junkyard Wouldn't Accept Her.

I Became Numb To My Feelings,

I Didn't Know What Being Happy Meant Anymore.

But I Shoved It All Aside And,

 Tried To Set Things Right Again.

The Weight Of Their Words So Strong 

It Could Drown The Mighty Titanic.

Maybe I Never Let It Show 

What I Truly Felt Every Time,

I Lose A Part Of Myself

 Each Time They Leave My Room.

I Hid The Tiny Scars All Over My Body

All Along My Legs ,My Arms ,My Heart And My Soul

Making Them Seem Like Permanent Tattoos.

And I Sit In The Corner

Pulling My Knees Closer,

Curling Into A Ball And Letting The Tears Fall,

Down My Face Like A Waterfall.

The Bell Rang And It Was Time To Get Back Into Position;

I Got Up, Wiped My Tears On My Ripped Clothes,

Walked Up To Them With My Bloodshot Eyes,

And I Flashed Them The Prettiest Smile I Knew.

Places, Places, Get In Your Places

Throw On Your Dress And Put On Your Doll Faces,

Everyone Thinks That We're Perfect

Please Don't Let Them Look Through The Curtains.

The Paper Thin Walls Never Did A Good Job, 

Of Hiding The Fact That

 The Little Girl Inside Was Breaking All Over Again.

And Sunrise Came And 

It Was My Chance To Do It All Over Again. 

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