We Live in a Dollhouse

There is a girl that sits on her bed

Tearing out piece's of hair from her head.

And every night before she sleeps

She sews her eyes shut to cease the steady weep.

The weep of emotions that form into tears

The weep of emotions that have followed her for years,

And in each of those years is 365 days

It a wonder she has hair that remains.

The girls name is China and she is a doll

Found so broken and torn she could never be sold.

So they took her into their home

Painted of the cracks and gave her hair a comb.

Little did they know the cracks would reform

Because hidden under the surface is a thunderstorm

And those thunderstorms always find a way,

Of seeping out and ruining each day.

The family just kept fixing her up

As if she'll be okay when they cover it up.

They painted on a mask and gave her a new dress

But those feelings could not be supressed.

Supressed those feelings could not be for they were to deep and dark,

For the family before this one had left quite a mark.

It remains on her porcelain heart leaking a great darkness

All because some people can be cold and heartless.

It was never her fault she felt this way,

All she wanted was for someone to understand her pain.

Yet she stills sits on her bed tearing out her hair

All because her past is too much to bear.

We are all dolls being played with by people,

Some are made of porcelain, others made of metal.

We break sometimes and that's okay,

We just need people to recognise we feel this way.