Once upon a time I was like you.
A joyous, happy doll
That smiled as she walked the hall.
I laughed as you told me a joke.
I made no fuss when someone broke.
I played your games.
I played the game of lies.
I was one of those people.
Until...
I woke up to the hell surrounding me.
The hell that hid so well.
The masks were taken off and revealed the truth beyond their eyes
They lied, they boasted they bet.
They basked in the glory of someone else's demise.
The demise, they caused...
The demise... I caused.
They blinded me!
They brainwashed me.
They made it feel okay.
But now its not and all I see is that I couldn't disobey.
The guilt is strong.
The feeling wrong.
The ceramic doll has cracked,
but now you see inside the doll.
You see her soul is black.
YOU ARE READING
A Shell of myself
PoetryThe guilt is strong. The feeling wrong. The ceramic doll has cracked, but now you see inside the doll. You see her soul is black.
