We are all fake little dollies
Living in our doll house of secrets
We try to fit in the mold
But we never fit quite right
Some of us try to dress to impress
But end up looking like a hot mess
Others make fitting in look so effortless
But when they are all alone is when they stress
When life looks so perfect from the outside
Everything is giving in - caving from the inside out
You can play it off like nothings wrong
But even Barbie and Ken split up in the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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