We Live in a Dollhouse
There is a girl that sits on her bed
Tearing out piece's of hair from her head.
And every night before she sleeps
She sews her eyes shut to cease the steady weep.
The weep of emotions that form into tears
The weep of emotions that have followed her for years,
And in each of those years is 365 days
It a wonder she has hair that remains.
The girls name is China and she is a doll
Found so broken and torn she could never be sold.
So they took her into their home
Painted of the cracks and gave her hair a comb.
Little did they know the cracks would reform
Because hidden under the surface is a thunderstorm
And those thunderstorms always find a way,
Of seeping out and ruining each day.
The family just kept fixing her up
As if she'll be okay when they cover it up.
They painted on a mask and gave her a new dress
But those feelings could not be supressed.
Supressed those feelings could not be for they were to deep and dark,
For the family before this one had left quite a mark.
It remains on her porcelain heart leaking a great darkness
All because some people can be cold and heartless.
It was never her fault she felt this way,
All she wanted was for someone to understand her pain.
Yet she stills sits on her bed tearing out her hair
All because her past is too much to bear.
We are all dolls being played with by people,
Some are made of porcelain, others made of metal.
We break sometimes and that's okay,
We just need people to recognise we feel this way.