I look at her in that paper dress,
She is just a pretty face
With no soul
Everyone dresses her up,
Give her all the latest fashions,
Adore her; give her all your attention
Until you're practically worshiping her,
And she will smile as she knocks you down
But she had flesh and blood just like you and me
But she cries fake tears
And her blood runs blue
In her tiny head she wishes that she was like everyone else
Her friends silently hate her, but bend to her will
Because they wish they were her
Her rein lasts for four years but now it is time
She cries red tears as she watches her doll house come crashing down
Now we all watch as her paper dress is set ablaze
And a new Paper Dress Queen is crowned.
Will it be any different?
An update version of one of my older poems.