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Like a Ragdoll

March 9, 2016
By pollieneillop BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
pollieneillop BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
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Wednesday and every other weekend, 
I would pack my bags.
Always going to a different house,
with different people.

I would pack the essentials.
I got so used to packing
that it would only take me
a dull moment or two.

When they fought,
it was either through me-
or about me-
but rarely in front of me.

It was -and still is-
a never-ending competition,
of who is better,
who cares more.

I get flip flopped and tossed around,
pulled back and forth-
like an overused childs toy.
I’m told to make a choice.

I see independence-
staring at me, with its beady eyes. 
So I dare to choose nothing. 
I dare to be alone.



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