They call her a doll
Small and frail
Made of fragile porcelain
Intricately crafted
But they're hypocrites
For they don't bother to protect her from the world
The cold world of ice and stone
That could crack even the toughest gems
Instead, they let her break
They let her crack
In fact
They help the world break her down.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
