I wasn't a bad girl, I sware I wasn't

Different views between people around me and myself as a little kid. Enjoy! =)

I  wasn’t  a  bad  girl, I  swear  I  wasn’t

 

People scolded,  people  blamed

I  was  so  insane!

I  was  only  six-seven.

They  didn’t  know  me  well  even.

They  said  I  was  a  destroyer

Who  broke  toys  apart  as  a  player

 

The  beautiful  plastic  Barbie  dolls

Their  hair  was  all  gone.

I  too  made  her  naked

By  warding  off  the  clothes  in  pieces.

Okay,  then  once  again,

I  beheaded  her  in  the  vain.

Hairless  beheaded  Barbie  doll,

Can  you  speak  out even  more?

You  would  also  be  blinded

As  I  pierced  her  eyes  with a  nail  founded.

 

The  robot  and  engine  cars

Its  armor  was all  on  the  floor.

The  wires  from  the  engine  were  cut

Which I really unmeant!

 

 

I  asked  and  nagged  them  for  more

People  stared  sharply  after  all.

What  they saw  were  heap  of trash

Grave  yard  of my darling  dolls  stayed  at.

 

Well,  well,  well,  you  know  what!

I  declared  myself  in  my  planet!

I  was  a hair  dresser

Who  tries  designing  their  hair  in  my  hour.

Finally,  they  became  hairless

I  was  sorry  they  didn’t  grow  back.

I  was  also  a designer,

Who  changes  the clothes  for awe  super!

I  was  so  sorry,  they clothes were  run  out

They  must  stay  bare  body  but  no  proud.

 

I  thought  I  was  a  doctor

Who  cures  them  to  get  better!

I  loved  my  lovely  pinky  dolly   dolls

Wanted  trying  them  see  the world 

I  was  no  pleased  having  holes in  their  eyes

Which  I  knew  I  shouldn’t’ve  done.

 

You  may  not  have  an  idea  that  I  acted  like  a machinist

Who  repairs  engines  to  be  great.

So  that  I  had  to  open  up  the  covers

Which  led  them  die  forever!

 

I  wanted  more  toys,  I  needed  more  dolls

So  that  I  could  do  it  even  more!

I  had  my  own  reasons  in  the  core!

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bear]

Interesting prospective, it is just dark enough to make your hair stand and tingle. A doll mechanic, now that is a very cool idea, tune up any ken dolls lately :~)
Your writing in English is getting better with each poem of yours I read, great job my friend.