Paper Dolls


Snip, snip, snip,
the scissors slice right through the page.
A pack of paper dolls created,
to now take centre-stage.

One of those dolls are different,
and that doll is me.
I have so many faults and flaws,
my life wasn’t meant to be.

So many bumps and scars,
and a torn-up outline.
I’m covered up with nice bright colours,
to appear like all is fine.

Then we each receive a smile,
so glowing, fresh, and new.
But upon my face she paints a frown,
I’m not like the rest of you.

My sad looks soon stand out,
and they hate my imperfections.
So she takes out a pair of scissors,
to make a few corrections.

My weightless, worthless body,
floats gently to the floor.
As the other paper dolls,
are hung up for all to adore.

  • Author: SakuraSkye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2017 09:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: This week I have felt absolutely horrible, even more so than usual. I decided to take out pad and pen to see if it could lift my spirits, even in the slightest. This is what I came up with. I feel like a paper doll. Skin so thin and easy to slice. Someone that can be crumpled up and thrown away with the littlest effort. Someone of no value or worth to anyone. Feel free to leave suggestions as to how I can improve it.
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