Living in a DollhouseA Poem by GalaxyGhostI'm living in a dollhouse full of plastic and porcelain ladies and gentlemen. Their eyes went on staring, unblinking, and ready to pin-point the flaws And cracks of my skin. The little children in their little gowns and pin-stripe suits Like their kin, cheerfully living in perfection and no care. Laughing eerily at my flaws. Oh! How can I escape the fakery of the Dollhouse? Nothing is or was or will be real there, the illusion. I'll have to break out of the glass cell. Breaking, seeping into a new world of my own, Far away from the imagined Dollhouse I made. Flaws make me.
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1 Review Added on August 31, 2016 Last Updated on August 31, 2016 AuthorGalaxyGhostUTAboutHello! I'm a student and writer. I love writing short stories of various fictional genres including mystery, suspense, fantasy, supernatural, and some poetry. Fun facts about me: -I write in jour.. more..Writing
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