society says

[cry,crayola.]

tiny porcelain doll
you purpose is written for you
with your painted face and velvet dress,
i'm afraid you do not have a choice.

little doll,
who sits upon a shelf
so quiet, confined to yourself,
only to be gazed at,
for people to look upon you.

sorrow, doll
so fragile a build has consequences
should you ever fall off your shelf,
well, i hope you do as you're told
no one keeps a doll who doesn't oblige

and as for me,
watching someones precious work rot on a shelf,
i wonder what they were thinking
to try so hard to achieve such a beauty,
(a wonderful outcome you are)
only to be mentioned slightly in petty conversation

doll,
your life is useless

alright, first time i've written in a while. don't all slaughter me at once.

[cry,crayola.]

anyone?!

[ScarletMornings]

i love it. it's good. very good. i like your message, and i like your imagery. *applauds. happy now? lol one thing, it seems like your words are plain, almost. like you're just speaking this, does that make sense? i don't know, the flow seems off, it's very abrupt it some parts of the language. idk, idk what i'm trying to say.

[cry,crayola.]

yeah, i get it.

...this was me trying to get back into the swing of things. i think i'm going to keep it like this just as a reminder of...... something.

[ScarletMornings]

i'm soo glad you got my fevered ramblings. i didn't really know what i was saying. but good. it's not a bad piece, not at all! it's just i noticed that.