The Rag Doll hides behind a smile
Upon her fabricated face.
She keeps that smile all the while,
But she thinks she is a disgrace.
She stays motionless in her one corner,
Keeping away from every other toy.
Hidden within her is a silent mourner,
Yet her face shows a smile of joy.
She is different among all play-things.
She is outdated as well as old.
Her life is a tragic song that sings
About events too dismal to behold.
The Rag Doll's sonnet is her silent cry.
The Rag Doll's smile is her biggest lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem