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DeAnn Feb 2018
His hands were in my hair one moment and around my neck the next
He is the epitome of complexity
He is the man I love the most in this world
He is...

Our relationship is complicated
He loves me and I know it
When I am sad, he will comfort me
When I cry, he wraps me in his arms and holds me tight, telling me everything is going to be okay
When I succeed, he cheers on the sidelines, his face filled with pride

But I have become accustomed to being a doll
A trophy
When he is not right, he is right anyways
When he is angry, there is always someone else on the receiving end
There is always another to be blamed

Until now, I never knew I could be right
I didn’t know the freedom I could have
I didn’t know that there were guys who could be patient, would let me have an opinion, would let me be me instead of a trophy
I didn't know I was a person

My own entity
yano luna Feb 2018
He was caught in the heat
Like a moth to a flame
Blinded as the fire starts to play
His heart survived long to decay

Here, I’m too small to be seen
Too thin a voice to be heard
Staring at his back still turned
While he bleeds for love that he never earned

I scream...
Come close I’ll see you heal
I’d drink your tear
I’d lick your wound
I’d **** the poison out your soul

I scream...
Come use me as she used you
Forget my name as I keep you
Paint me gone
As I paint your sun

Come use me as she breaks you
Drop me and break me too
Twist my bones
Like you twist my mind

It’s all I’m always wanting
It’s all I’m ever gonna get

Come use me as she burns you
Burn me,
I’d still love you
Evelyn Genao Feb 2018
This is NOT me!
This is NOT who I am!
This is NOT who I want to be!

I don’t want to be this person anymore,
This fake person who doesn’t belong.
I want to be my old self again.

I changed for you,
So you would accept me.
You still haven’t,
There’s always something wrong
That needs to be fixed.

Can I ever be someone you’ll be proud of or
Will I always be a disappointment?

Am I Perfect?
“No.”
Do I have your love?
“No.”
Are you proud to be with me?
“No.”
Would you replace me?
“Yes, in an instant.”
To you, the me that I am now is a bad thing,
So I need to reinvent myself to match your taste.

Well, I’m over it!
Find someone else to do your bidding!
Because I’m DONE being your little doll!
  
“WHO am I?”
I am someone I don’t want to be.
I hope you like it!! Please tell me what you think!!
FreeMind Feb 2018
And like a fool,
I let you take me to the dark,
Where you would rule.
"But will you let me see the spark?"

You tricked me with your smile,
And now I am trapped,
But can't compile
There reason for this dark desire...

Lies! All silly little lies.
This is your game,
But whats the prize?

And now I know...


I was a Marionette.
Made to entertain you, due to threat.
Perform in the theater when you were bored.
Was I not warned?
"Oh how I wish I was adored!"

And all of a sudden, my strings got old,
They broke apart.
The puppet is sold.
I thought I was smart,
But am no longer in your tiny little heart.



-FreeMind
#4
Selcæiös Feb 2018
It's built to be a Dollhouse
so no one would fathom what treasures lay inside
No judgement or hesitations could be formed
& those coming out would stay untried


Unpredictable's crazy sister runs the place
She's truly endearing--
In the rare case she doesn't sense your
Exposed fears seething

But no worries going in!
As long as your tendencies aren't co
mbative
and your head's outta your ***
and your phone's outta your fac
e

You'll be posthaste to a resonating reverence
for this wonderfully eccentric/benevolently ps
ychotic place
As long as you play nice, you won't have any
deadly problems
At the Dollhouse Asy*lum
(:
Gale L Mccoy Jan 2018
defeated in battle
her legs the price
a warrior lays dying
before a grand golden cage
a doll looks down at her
from within, eyes unblinking
her own legs folded underneath her
unused for centuries
“would you like my legs?
I have no use for them
I am sure you would
make them strong again”

the warrior, with the long legs of a doll
gains grace and speed
quite unlike what she had before
she gained glory and revenge
and treasured the gift
swearing to return them
on the day the doll was free from her cage

the doll faired no different
with legs or not
gained a protector
and a companion
she never tried for freedom
for there was no door to the cage
and her dreams were not hindered
she had her hands
and she had her voice
with which she could pass the time
merrily away
with the warrior
his dental floss
from the toilet
he
was fishing
for his toothbrush
he shook
it
off
smiles


oh boy
corn

mickey tannebaum
was never fooled
from his teeth
corn
he
pulled
?









...
..
.
oh Mickey he's so fine
oh Mickey you blow
my mind
hey
micky
...
yellow-thoughts Jan 2018
hi, i'm blonde now.

and everyone loves it so much
but why?
why you people like this simple color
it's so boring and plain
ohhhh i hate it so much

it remainds me of perfection
it's just like BARBIE
that freaking doll
and you all like it
and i'm starting to hate
you all for that!
like what color should i get next? >.<
Francis Rowell Dec 2017
you treat me so sweetly,  your favorite doll

you always play so carefully

you put me away in the closet when you're done with me

and when i rip,  you gently sew me back

you always forget that dolls have feelings, too, though

and you just get mad so easily

you always are physically ever so soft,  but verbally you just destroy me

you always just put me back in my box

but can't you see i'm hurting?

you only see the outside

never the tears

i'm just a doll
good dollies don't cry,  good dollies can't cry
i'm just a doll

so you leave without a second thought

i've been in your closet for so long

i'm all but a forgotten toy now

it's so cold in here

why have you left me to rot?

i cannot move,  you must know this

i can only sit and stare

i'm just a doll,  can't you remember?
i'm just a doll
i'm just a doll
I actually spent quite a while revising this, which is pretty abnormal for me. I normally don’t communicate like a normal human, but I guess I am, now. If I’m doing this, I might as well say— this is most likely going to become a song.
Jamie Lee Nov 2017
As young children,
we most desired toys.
How precious they were,
on every occasion that gave.

We cherished our toys,
for the joy they brought.
Showing them off to others,
so proud of what we had.

But, eventually...
we grew tired of them.
Sometimes quickly,
they became worn and old.

Our interest elsewhere..
all the new toys out there.
Nobody wants used toys,
they're no good anymore.

It has to be shiny and better,
that's much more exciting.
So we discard our old toys,
after we've played them out.

She is obsessed with toys,
and I am her doll...
but now I am old and worn,
and playtime is over.
Infatuation is not love, and yet...kids love their toys. Are you confused? It's simple. They say they love you, but they don't know what love is...so how could they.
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