A/N: Bad poem, but it is mine, so if you steal it I will kill you. The meter is wrong, the form is atrocious, but it has a lot of meaning for me.

::*~*::

I am your little paper doll,

Ripped from your abuse.

All my edges worn and torn,

From so much overuse.

I am your little paper doll,

The one your threw away.

Because I didn't keep the form,

You wanted me to stay.

I am your little paper doll,

With a little paper heart.

The paper heart that you destroyed,

The one your tore apart.

I am your little paper doll,

Whose tape work scars do show.

The doll that you left shattered,

From all your mighty blows.

I am your little paper doll,

In scattered pieces on the floor.

You left me ripped and shredded,

As you walked out the door.

I am your little paper doll,

Who’s finished being torn.

This is your little paper doll,

Saying that "I'm not yours."

::*~*::

A/N: Words of wisdom for improvement are very welcome. Bring on the constructive criticism.