shiny hard plastic heart
i become a work of art
i captivated a lonely assemble
and when they leave only i remember.
vintage bows and victorian dresses
i am the one who always impresses
they need a doll that they can keep
so they can blossom after they weep.
legs of power hands of warmth
i mimicked it all for all its worth
i sing their songs and their lullabies
when they get bored and leave me behind.
porcelain glass and soulless eyes
i am the one they soon despise
after i make larvae into butterflies
they saw i was just a human in disguise.
Copyright © aug bloud | Year Posted 2021
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