Doll

My dollhouse is so small,
and made of plastic.
The furniture is hard,
pink and petit.
The chewed fingernails scrape across my fake skin when they undress me; rip out my hair.
This plastic exterior isn't mine.
It's merely a shell, holding me back.
The family dog, steals me away; makes dents in my arms and legs.
I get thrown around,
and left on the floor.
Big brothers cut my hair in a messily fashion,
they burn me, and rip off my limbs.
I'm tourtured; beaten to a pulp.
I'm hopelessly plastic.
I never asked for this.
I want to get out,
to be real,
to feel.
Treat me right,
or leave me in my box,
forget me in the back of your closet.
Just please, save me from all this pain.

by ScreamQueenx13
posted on 11/15/2009