Doll's view of life

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What is life like through a souless doll?

Submitted: February 06, 2011

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A doll, so hollow so empty, it's face soft but complexion so fierce; a doll is what I am, a doll I shall be. Mold me to be perfect, mold me to be beautiful, no one is beautiful everyone is ugly. We say we judge by what's on the inside, but nothing is on the inside but organs. Do we judge upon sexual desire, looks, maybe lust? Do I really care at this point, fore I am a doll, and nothing else really matters. Just walk this earth, purpose not known, help I seek, yet never found. I don't need help from the fakes the bimbos the fools. If you are fake, why do you say your not, it's so obvious you are. Here, look in the mirror, look at the mirror, do look like a Barbie, a princess, a fool? Oh you won't look? Well why not? You're not fake, instead your just so pure and perfect... Unlike the rest of us... Unlike the people beneath you. Unlike the people full of so much rage and hate it controlls them like a puppet, a fool. But I am a doll, I look in the mirror and i know it's not me, I am a doll we only do one thing. We walk the earth hollow and unsure. So please someone save me from this misery someone take away this pain. My chest it aches, it continues to deny all that exist, why has this happened where did I go wrong? All I can do for now is live with the hate, the regret, all of the despair. so hopeless like the crushed flower held in my hand, so pathetic like the trapped mouse. Panicking wondering what will happen, what lies  in the future. Nothing... Nothing lies in the future as there is nothing here now. The pains never cease, the pains are what tell me I'm alive, the pains tell me everything. They whisper to me... The small voice in my head whispering \"kill them all... Show them what your really worth.\" i'm worth nothing, I'm worth as much as dirt. So I look at this sad grey sky, and realize, what is life really worth? Why do I even live? Seems I bother everyone, seems everyone hates me, seems that since I am a doll I'm only to be used and worth nothing. So I ask you in a beg in a plea for help, why do I exist? Why do I even bother? Or right.... Now o remember... Because I'm forced to survive, in this cruel sickening world. My hate snarls, and lashes out at this world in it's fury, uncontolled. I slowly loose myself to this monster inside me, to this hate. Never at rest, the blackness of it seems to build. So while I'm still at my sane moment I pray for the savior to come and save me from this eternal loneliness this abyss of dark. Save me.. Please..


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