I watch as the world passes on as I sit and watch through the eyes of a doll
The shelves now covered in dust
Many pass by and admire saying “What a wonderful life it must be, to be placed high above it all”
But what they do not see is the broken pieces that rest beneath her
How could they, for they only wish to see her beauty. What they don’t know is what they cannot see
Her legs have chipped aw...