Rag Doll

She makes her way

Across the feild

Holding herslef just right

So that perhaps,

They won't realize she's broken

 

But her ragdoll arms

Cannot be stitched on again

Her tangled and matted hair

Dirty with misuse

Her eyes dull

With the years they've been worn

She's like Cinderella

Except without the prince

And only the missing shoe

 

She holds herself up straight

Her head held high

And confident

Not realizing that her hurt

Seeps through to the outside

But she is determined

And her smile shows the truth

Reviews

[AIMEE]

This is creative & unique. Good job ;)