brokendoll has broken fingers
cos she can't hold on
brokendoll taps her foot
cos living takes so long
brokendoll has no soul
so all her hope is gone
brokendoll has a torn dress
she can't tell right from wrong
brokendoll hunts for self-worth
her hair is bright and shiny
brokendoll won't speak the horrors
her lips apart and smiling
brokendoll will let you pose her
so you can have your fun
brokendoll has broken legs
so she can't ever run
brokendoll has seen such terror
eyes rolled back in head
brokendoll used to be new
but she was bought and mislead
brokendoll is broken cos
to hurt is to be ahead
brokendoll is motionless
cos she's already dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem