My Mind; A Collection

~Barbie~

My skin is plastic, though my hair is not naturally straight, with the use of head it can be crafted.

My figure can be positioned in dresses and skirts they've hand selected.

The heels make my feet ache but the praise makes my body shake when they finally say I'm exactly who they want me to be.

But no matter the way they praise me and say I'm everything they could ever want,

I feel empty inside with my hallowed out mind.

Because I am their barbie doll they can rearrange, my feelings cannot be displayed.

They are unhappy with my hair when it's straightened or curled. My dress is too short and my disinterest in unfurled.

But my skin is plastic and my hair is perfectly crafted,

I am a hallowed out nineties classic.

Oh this one breaks my heart. I love the Barbie movie, this was written before the movie was announced, but it fits so well.

But I am very much still a hallow nineties classic

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