Oh but I’m just a doll,
Living, breathing, wasting
With orange lipstick all over my face
I’ll smile for you, pose for you
Underneath my hard exterior, and
My painted eyes carry the lies
And they try to throw me
Onto the hard ground, where
I smash into a million pieces
With a great big smile on my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem