Jan 2018
Crooked ballerina
Push my buttons, twist my knobs, tear me apart. Not much left in my heart, for my emotions are lost in the abyss. Little dolly don’t worry it’ll get better. Crooked ballerina don’t worry it’ll feel better. When shall I feel, or is hope just a thimble and needle? Tossing and turning like they want me too. Twirling swirling down the rabbit hole falling into the unknown. Smile or you won’t get diner baby. Slim fit is what is deemed perfection baby. Do it for me for I put my neck out for you. I made you, I can disassemble you to fit my mosaic. Piece by piece turning into an object that is as fake and flimsy as plastic. Come on doll dance for me, come on Barbie sing for me. Bruised and ****** what happened to me? Mirror mirror what have you done to me? Over and over the cycle goes when it stops only the consumerist knows. I remember when I wanted people to play with me,but know I hate when people play around with me. Just a substance to ease the nerves, just a toy to discard to someone else before getting tossed in the trash. Oh innocent young one how long has been? Oh time why are you no longer my friend? Oh little baby why couldn’t your family take care of you better. Cracked and chipped, a burden to some and a opportunity for fiends. Pulled by strings, fake smiles and personality but that’s what sells. Push my buttons, twist my knobs, tear me apart and toss me out cause that’s what you’re good at. Equal gain while others suffer in pain. For that’s how the world works. For we are all just dolls and crooked ballerinas that get cycled through this machine. Fading away slowly, what is it to be human? I don’t know anymore. I don’t know how long I can keep up this fake smile. I don’t know how long I can keep up with each new fad. Turning round and round all to hold onto the crown. Turning round and round got a pocket full of posies now we all fall down.
Push my buttons, twist my knobs, tear me apart. Not much left in my heart, for my emotions are lost in the abyss. Little dolly don’t worry it’ll get better. Crooked ballerina don’t worry it’ll feel better. When shall I feel, or is hope just a thimble and needle? Tossing and turning like they want me too. Twirling swirling down the rabbit hole falling into the unknown. Smile or you won’t get diner baby. Slim fit is what is deemed perfection baby. Do it for me for I put my neck out for you. I made you, I can disassemble you to fit my mosaic. Piece by piece turning into an object that is as fake and flimsy as plastic. Come on doll dance for me, come on Barbie sing for me. Bruised and ****** what happened to me? Mirror mirror what have you done to me? Over and over the cycle goes when it stops only the consumerist knows. I remember when I wanted people to play with me,but know I hate when people play around with me. Just a substance to ease the nerves, just a toy to discard to someone else before getting tossed in the trash. Oh innocent young one how long has been? Oh time why are you no longer my friend? Oh little baby why couldn’t your family take care of you better. Cracked and chipped, a burden to some and a opportunity for fiends. Pulled by strings, fake smiles and personality but that’s what sells. Push my buttons, twist my knobs, tear me apart and toss me out cause that’s what you’re good at. Equal gain while others suffer in pain. For that’s how the world works. For we are all just dolls and crooked ballerinas that get cycled through this machine. Fading away slowly, what is it to be human? I don’t know anymore. I don’t know how long I can keep up this fake smile. I don’t know how long I can keep up with each new fad. Turning round and round all to hold onto the crown. Turning round and round got a pocket full of posies now we all fall down.
