A lot of easily connectable emotion here. I, myself, can relate all too well. I can't really take compliments myself.
However, just to be constructive (not destructive, I promise) I would like to see the sentences in the quotations start off capitalized and using the proper English spelling. ( i.e You're instead of your) I don't really like text typing in anyplace other then texting but I'm just old fashioned I guess.
Their are many layers to who one is..So many that being who you are can be a major act in acrobatics. The more you use your inner voice the more and more in touch you become with every bit of who you are. As long as you grow you learn more about yourself. Surprising yourself all the time. Frankly, this thought excites me because, the day that I stop shocking myself and understand all of who I am completely is the day that I hope my soul leaves earth. It is true what Lily said, people do see who we allow them to see. Sometimes that is comforting. Sometimes its painful. Sometimes it a lie. A show we put on for the people around us. Often this is not healthy, but I have been known to do it also. I try not to do it that much anymore. I saw the doll like girl as being a way to hide the REAL misery inside from others and maybe from oneself.....
When I peek in the mirror I see two of me...and they are TOTALLY opposite of each other. It's hard to be who they want...believe me..once you start to hide one piece of you then another and another...till a stranger is staring back at you. I almost am shocked that my eye color hasn't changed too...but your poem was a very close to me subject...I CAN feel the words...I CAN see the words...VERY WELL.. It's so close it's almost scary...like you know ... chills. I thank you again for another RR..it really was well written and emotionally connectable for many I'm sure... :)
The use of the swear word is very effective in this poem because the tone seems very young and innocent, but the addition of the swear word threw me off-guard and realize that there is a lot of pain and rage beneath the "doll-like" appearance of the poem.
Someone else is always obliged to see us with their eyes. Sometimes we accept it for what its worth, until we know better. But where what they see is a irrelevant picture of what you are, you are obliged to find what you are elsewhere. Nice write!
Awwww. this made me feel so sad. I know how this feels. Sometimes we feel and see ourselves way different than how others perceived us..
How saddening..
I loved this poem though. Great write!
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