Vianca Borrero

Doll - Poem by Vianca Borrero

Im Yelling at you
You yell back at me
I scream at you and tell you to back off
You grab my wrist and enter my space
Your right next to me
Pressed up against me
I look up into those eyes i hate
You look down at me with this werid look
I know this look
Its the look
I try to free myself
I hear her foot steps
'whats going on? '
Your back is to her
She cant see your little smile
You let go of me and turn
'she was misbehaving'
She goes around him and questions me
I try to explain
She doesnt listen
I shut down
I know what happens next
'no dinner for you go to bed'
i dont look in her eyes and walk into my room
I hear them walk away
I stand by my window and look up
Tears fall
I see bars appear on my window
I see bars appear on my door
Im locked in
I don; t have the key
Only he has it
Im just his toy
He always wins
He always smiles
He pretends during the day
He becomes his true self at night
I look inside the trash
Beer glasses
Tonites going to be a bad night
I cant fight anymore
I cant scream anymore
Im just his toy
His little plastic doll
I dont control my body
I dont control my life
Im trapped
Walls closing in
I stare up at the sky through my window
The sun starts to fade and the night starts to begin
I start to shut down and sigh
I know whats coming
I lay in bed and wait
Im just a doll
He controls the game
Im just a doll
I feel nothing
I am just a doll
What can i do?
Night falls
My hell begins once again

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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