Little Rag Doll

March 21, 2010
By avylouve BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
avylouve BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
Sometimes life is full of darkness
And sometimes there's a light at the end of the tunnel
But sometimes, you need to just close your eyes and ignore it all


Kicking and screaming
Like a dirty little rag doll

She sells the house,
He buys the house,
And I'm dragged thorugh it all

Kicking and screaming
Like a dirty little rag doll

She moves cross-country,
He gets the house,
And I'm dragged around

Kicking and screaming
Like a dirty little rag doll

He gets the house,
With all my memories
And I'm dragged around

Kicking and screaming
Like a dirty little rag doll

Getting tugged by the hand
Dragged around the country
Like a kid's toy,
This kid is living out her life
Making new dreams
While I'm dragged from mine

Kicking and screaming,
Yet still unheard,
Like a dirty little rag doll

Whining and whimpering
Crying out in anguish
Screaming out in pain

Yet still unheard,
Dragged along,
Kicking and screaming,,
Like a dirty little rag doll

I've seen my fair share
Of things gone wrong

Dragged along, listening,
Nothing to say to them
All comments deflected
All opinions diluted
All thoughts and expressions,
Are painted in place.
Everything stands,
As everything was
And nothing else changes
Nothing's made right

I'm dragged through it all
Listening and waiting
For the day I'll be heard
All my protests and comments
Complaints and concerns
When I'll finally be put down
Released from the grip of the child

The day when the tiredness
Combines with exhaustion
When then kicking and screaming
The fighting and hitting
All comes to an end with the thought;

'How futile my effort,
How wasted my breath,
How worn-out and tired I've grown.
I once was quite beautiful,
Polished and new
But now I'm quite tattered
And worn through and through.'

I lay here, in wait
For the day when she stops
The day that she realizes
All that I'm not
All that I was
And all that I am
And then realize
What she's done to my hand
She's pulled and she's tugged,
'Till my poor arm turned blue
And if it breaks free,
I know what I'll do

I'll run, find a new one
All slender and thin,
And find a new child
Who listens within.
A young one who knows,
How to treat young dolls right
And keep thier blue eyes
Shining, polished and bright.
Yes, I wait for that day,
As I've waitied before
But until that day comes,
I'm known now, no more

So until that day comes,
I'm still dragged along,
Kicking and screaming
Like a little rag doll.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem while my mom was selling our old house to her ex husband before we moved from California to Michigan. I hate him and I didn't want to move and was just plain out frustrated.

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