The doll

Small and fragile
  Left out, broken
  How long has her chest been open?
Scattered pieces fall like ashes
  Loved those gashes, bruises, scratches
  They made it real, too bad they heal
Those bad feelings never leave
  instead they wore her like a sleeve
  begging, crying for reprieve
She wished and prayed
  to say the least
  for nothing more than sweet release
Her body's tired
  shutting down
  the pain creeps in without a sound
The mask has cracked
  its paint is chipped
  no smile left on whethered lips
They bound her battered, wounded soul
  to this husk
  empty, brittle, old
Boredom never dull or tired
  Gave her brain some scrambled wires
  Blue ones, red ones, all askew
  All she needs and wants is to-
Begging crying out for love
  None below, too high above
  Wishes to start up anew
  Not shure if she'll survive this too
Teeth have yellowed
  brittled with age
  Loosened by a bitter rage
Those once bright all seeing eyes
  Fooled by monsters in disguise
Her life was cruel
  unkind, unfair
  fell many times into despair
She called out questions here and there
  Wonders
Does he really hear?,
Where's her god?,
What's it like up there?,
Did he ever truly care?,
Why must i suffer, trapped down here?
Her scattered mind was a deadly cage
  won't her humble jailer come to the stage?
  that was when she caught her gaze
Her reflection uttered a single phrase:
  "Oh no my dear, it's you I'm afraid who trapped yourself at an early age. Why stand before gods gate? You still have yet to eat your cake."
The reality is set
  Plain as day
  To live this life
  You must win your game
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