Skin Deep

August 18, 2010
The fresh face of the doll was stunning;
Her perfect, plausible smile was plastered on,
Her eyes glittered with golden deception.
A new doll to display on the shelf with the others;
Crimson curls shook the dust around her,
Formless fabric fell among her neighbors.
She was the envy of her new found friends;
Pale paint still flawlessly intact
Her ambience still that of gaiety and gratitude.

But all of that was only skin deep,
For she would become broken, forgotten, and abused.
Her conformity was locked only moments away.

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