Thread: Multiple personality.

As much as she pisses and moans,
About never being alone,
The cause of her tears,
And irrational fears,
Life seems like it'd be so much
easier to stand, and bare.
Easier to stay and be there,
If she really were,
As unlovible as she feels.

If no one truely cared,
And never gave her a chance,
If they left her alone,
Didn't give her this dance.
If they made her feel,
As worthless as she does herself,

This doll wouldn't ever have been broken.
Let alone taken off the shelf.
She'd still be a pretty perfect thing,
To be coveted and cherished.

But they took her down,
Threw her around,
And now she's simply broken.
Yet some how they see,
The beauty left inside,
Even the pieces she tries to hide.

Broken, tattered and torn,
Heart filled with scorn.
Agony and pain,
Riddle her every day.
Questioning thoughts and
wondering haze.

Making her wish it was
Not the end of days,
But the very first day,
The realized as well as she,
All the ugly trapped inside.
And they would find her,
As unloveible as she does.

So she can be all alone.
As alone as she can be.
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I titled it this because of what this poem ment to me. Take from it what you will on your own level.