2 in 1


the glass cup shatters
never saying a word
breaks into millions of small peices
with out a single gesture
it's broken
and it's thrown away.


I am just a glass doll
broken though placed back together
many times
love is only lost
not to be gained back when you fall apart
the only doll in the room
the one being stared at
being glared at
and then glued back together
the one being beaten
and glued back together
the one being herself
the one being hated
for being her
being terrible at being her
Her life is controlled
because she's just a doll
because I'm just a doll.