it sat on a shelf , gaining dust
She never moved
Not knowing who to trust
All the other kids played with her a lot
They broke down her porcelain skin
Leaving cracks in her
But what was she to do? She was merely a doll
A pretty thing
To look at
To toy with
It didn’t matter if she broke
Because she easy to replace
So the kids played with her
Until a once porcelain beauty
Was a shattered broken
Nothing
Her eyes once glistening
Like raindrops on the leaves
Now dead and dull

Sitting on a shelf , staring at a wall
Mind empty
Nothing else
Just lost in herself