I am a paper doll
Cutting myself to perfection
Removing crooked or pointed places
Terminating the abnormal bits
But paper dolls tear
So can you be careful, please
My paper thin heart has a gash
Running in all directions
Through every beautiful corner
But my edges remain clean
On the outside I may be precisely outlined
But internally, I am ripped to shreds
From the more decorated dolls comments
I wish I could be blank white again
But inside I have red spots
Bursting into existence to snuff out mine
The tone of my paper gets darker as I go along
Pretending to match
My devastated insides
With my pristine shape
So I beg one last time
Leave me be
Because this paper doll
Is about to go up in flames