The Doll Poem by r.e.d. xcxc

My mother was that type of mother that dreams of dressup, tea parties, And dolls with her first daughter, but you can say I'm not the normal type
I HATED EVERYTHING SHE WANTED
She tried effortly to turn me into her dream daughter but that just wasn't me.
She kept trying by buying me dolls in the end in the end I tore e'm limb by limb
one day she bought me a wensday adams coustume for halloween And it came with A doll
and it with its red dress and black yarn hair And red ribbons I fell ijln love with it. I kept till this day And it has a speacial place on my bed