Perfect, pretty picture
a doll on display
perched on a pedestal
day after day
eyes that shine like glass
smile too wide to laugh
heart that's beating, fiercely bleeding
breaking inside
No one can feel her pain
they only see her pretty face
so for now she will remain
trapped in her gilded cage
hoping one day
she'll break away
freed from the bond of this
beautiful prison.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I imagine many women feel this way. Many people feel this way. Very thought provoking bit of poetry. I'm quite glad I got to read it. Peace, L&T