"But a doll I am. Living in this nightmare I call life. When everything is too sweet to stray from bitterness; where life is too dull sometimes but razor sharp edges do peak and break my skin apart only to shed the blood I despise. Only to heal, to warm, my hatred for human kind; my once and only kind.
"But a doll, I am. Too weak to fight for what I long for. Too trapped in these stitches to fight back. Too lonely to cry out for human awknowledgment. Too disbelieving to pray. For a doll I am, and a doll I shall forever be.
"But a doll, I am. Too fake to be boisterous, too loving to break a heart like Shakespeare. Too kind to bow down to Satan. For a doll must not be hate; must not be love. It must be like Shakespeare and his tradgedies. For a doll I am, and a doll I shall forever be.
"But a doll, I am. Too frail to break. Too shy to speak out. For a doll should keep its place. A doll, I am. For who made me believed not in Happy Endings. A doll, I am. I shall not be sweet and kind;sinless;unalive. For that is not what the doll-maker wants. But a doll am I not, as I am too fake, too used, to betrayed, to broken, to be anything else. For I am a doll, and a doll I shall forever be."
~Samantha Diane Mikolajczak (Deceased Poet)
Inspired from Sally from Tim Burton's Gothic Claymation, The Nightmare Before Christmas.
 Deceased Poet · Wed Jun 10, 2009 @ 12:41am · 1 Comments |
