As she sits there, with her pretty face and dazzling smile,
The world watches
The way she moves
The way she speaks
As if she was a doll on display in a museum of society's treasures
She was the perfect girl
Popular, adored, happy they said
Yet she was just a shell of a former human
Watching her life drag on as they lived through her
Trapped in a box filled with expectations that she could never fulfil.
A box—no,
A coffin, painted with a picture of perfection where she left her true self to rest long ago,
A coffin, with her withering soul trapped in a shell of a doll.
As she sits there,
Face just as perfect as her so called personality,
She smiles, brokenly,
As she continues to paint on her coffin,
As she continues to play the role of the perfect doll.
Inspiration: There's many things you lose when you become popular people say. And in this case, the girl had lost her personality, and her very self.
I was inspired by a poem by JaredNera who is a great poet! Check them out!
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Of Swords And Shields
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