the broken girl felt like a doll,
not a silicon barbie with blonde hair and plastered smile.

she felt like a doll that was dragged through blue rain
and black tar puddles far too many times.

the broken girl perceived herself as too warn down.

she was drenched in blue and black mud,
she was stained with it.

she had patches all over her body from the times she cracked
and to repair herself on her own.

the creator had to fix her,
with all their tools.

but all they did was cover her in more blue and black.