Rag Doll

Bright and Funny,

that's what she is

Smart and picky,

Doing as she pleases

I know because I am

always in her hand.

An immovable object

silent and watchful

A potential angel

But what can an angel do

when the dark clouds come

And the laughter

that is on her face slips

What can an angel do

after seeing the truth that lies beneath

that wonderful façade

I see blood and bones

twisted and crippled.

I am in her hand

Stained, torn and immovable

Her true self comes forth

In tears and pain.

Mine comes forth

in an endless nightmare

I see pain

but I cannot do anything.

She is not happy.

I am not her angel

She is dark, hurt, afraid.

And I watch, stained and torn

Because I am her rag doll.

Ok, so this is my first free verse, didn't want to scare readers away by mentioning it. So how didI do?

I actually enjoyed writing this. Criticisms and reviews are most welcome.