Living (Dead) Doll

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: The House of Poetry
Is it really living, if you can't be you?

Submitted: April 05, 2019

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My life is stitched together
by the battles I can’t win.
I tear myself to pieces
Just so I can still fit in.
Their all holding candles
while I light this twig on fire.
I swear it smells like roses
but their calling me a liar.
It doesn’t make sense, anymore.
Tell me to please you, tell me how?
I can’t do this anymore
Cause I’m losing myself now.

And when you've stripped me bare
Of every piece that once was true.
Can I be happy? How can I be happy?
Living my life now as you...

I’m following the markers
On the floor, my feet step in.
The strings keep me perfected
As their pull against my skin.
Im trying not to feel, not to think,
And not to dream.
If I cry, the makeup’s ruined
And my corset bursts a seam.
But am I even breathing?
Am I living? Am I dead?
And who is the person
That’s is living in my head?

And when you've stripped me bare
Of every piece that once was true.
Can I be happy? How can I be happy?
Living my life now as you...


©vera_anne_wolf


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