A doll lies in the corner

Mangled and ruined

Rather tired looking as well

With its arms distorted

And its legs spread open

Its hair matted and tangled

Its porcelain skin broken

One tear falling down its face

Silent but ever staring

Wile it lies in the cobwebs

In the dust

Broken glass beneath her

Tearing her pretty dress

Scratching her pretty skin

Not that it matters

Her dress is now in rags

From years of misuse

She looks disgusting as her eyes stare openly

Then you realizeā€¦

She's staring at a wall of mirrors,

And so are you.