Don't worry about me
I'm just a bit of a broken doll
Cracks seen and unseen
Due to quite a few falls
Sometimes I fall over when I lean
But no one ever seems to hear my calls

"Help help"
I cry out
But they can't fix me after my fall from the shelf
Cracks inside begin to form due to my doubt
Do they still think I'm beautiful? Even though I hate myself?
When people look at me they begin to pout

"This is not what I asked for.
I wanted something cute"
Now all I seem to do is stay locked behind this door
I guess that they want me to stay mute.

I am too broken
For any man woman or child to love
I can read what was written by my price in pen
I'm sorry I'm not as pretty as a dove.
"Not for sale, needs repairs. Please come again"

Can they fix me?
Or was it a lie
I start to move my knee
I want to get up and fly
I start to lean
I tumble off of the shelf and take a dive

Falling falling falling
Can't catch me
Out of the corner of my glass eye I see a little girl bawling
She's going to see!

I hit something soft instead of the floor
"Mommy this ones like me! I want this one!"
I look up to see she had ran through the door.
Her eyes shine like the sun

Her face has scars and lines and marks
But so does mine
She still accepts me for all my broken parts
I look at her and know everything will be fine.

Because I am hers
And she is mine

And we are both one of a kind.