poem Doll

"This is garbage," the teacher says.

"Maybe I just want to make garbage?" I mentally retort.

you don't seem to understand the way i work

the wires for this doll is not normal

the cords and plugs are finicky.

broken and frayed

the wires were plugged out roughly from many places.

now the connectors don't work as you would wish

you can tape them up as much as you want

but it's not going to fix

I'm just a doll

a little doll

sitting in the room

my body daren't move.

little broken doll

the prongs in the plugs are bent.

your connectors can't quite fit

tears haven't been seen in so long

breaking down

the doll is tired

the doll is mad

the doll just wants out to end

to move on it's own

it doesn't want to connect anymore

it's hopeless you know

I'm only a defective doll

I'm only a garbage doll

do you understand the doll at all?

do you know the tape isn't working?

the doll is tired.

the doll is mad.

this doll doesn't want to be connected anymore

there's too much pain

"You're garbage."

that's all she's hearing

that's all she's feeling

it's hard for dolls who can't meet what you want

a defective doll doesn't want to be reminded anymore that the cords are frayed

that the plugs are damaged

that no matter what

fixing it will be impossible

the doll is tired

the doll is mad

the doll is done

the doll is garbage

the doll wishes to disconnect