Rag Doll
I’m the girl with the stained face
And the crooked smile
With the knotted hair
And the hallow eyes
You passed on March 15th
Came on in
And took me home
But I don’t know why
There were others there
With a cheaper price
Or a better dress
And silent cries
You see I’m broken
But you stilled paid the price
And wasted your time
And I don’t know why
I wasn’t the doll in the window
But stuck in the corner
Behind the puppets and the creepy mime
You chose me instead
And I wonder why
Can’t be my looks
Because they’re below par
And my personality is wounded
With a thousand self-inflicted scars
My tears are made of alcohol
Kisses give off methanol
My heart sputters, stops, stalls
Why are you willing and ready to go through this all?
And as told all this
You just held tight
Humming against my chest, to my heart, to my soul and pulling closer
And I wonder where you been
All my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifuil as it takes the reader to a multitude of directions and brings many heartfelt thoughts to mind. Keep writing and sharing with us. I give it a '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn