The Broken Doll - Poem by Caitlin Halmagean
She's a Doll.
She gets played with a lot.
She is everyone's favorite Doll.
They love her gorgeous black hair and blue eyes.
They name her Emily.
Boys mess and girls tease.
The parents stare and say go 2 hell.
She's been torn to pieces.
Laughs and Cheers come from people who played.
Tears fall 2 the ground.
Cry's from the people who cared.
Tears are in a puddle.
She turns the people who played into dolls.
They become her very own voodoo dolls.
When people mess or tease they turn.
They know now!
They call her the.
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