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Dress Up Doll

Like broken glass,
Dreams were shattered.
You told them they could never succeed,
Told them no one loved them.
With your words of hatred,
You tormented them,
Slowly until they disappeared.
Why would you do this?
Do you get joy out of others pain?
Now you’re after me.
I’m disappearing piece by piece.
I’ve given up on my dreams, my hopes.
I’m at my lowest point ever,
All thanks to you.
I don’t see life in my eyes anymore.
I wonder what its like,
To feel beautiful.
Not be worried about my makeup or figure.
You’ve eaten away at my brain,
Turned me into a doll.
I can’t look in the mirror anymore.
I don’t recognize myself.
I no longer see the pain free little girl,
I see the misguided teenager.
I hate what I’ve become.
I’m a living dress up doll





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