Discarded Doll Poem by Amera Andersen

My life was governed by his mind and will
and I was at his mercy and command.
Like poetry composed with silver quill,
I fantasized that he would understand.
I always came whenever he would call.
He told me he was someone I could trust,
I never thought that I would take the fall,
but I was just a doll for carnal lust.
I sit alone with fixed and glassy eyes,
a rubber doll that’s lost her self esteem.
Perverted thoughts are what he should despise
and not the toy that let him live his dream.
He never was a man; he’s just a boy,
who plays with blow up dolls he can destroy.