many sides to Rosey

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A Broken Doll

Broken and empty,
A sad remains of a doll
Dumped,
Unloved and unwanted.

It's face plastered
With a smile
Intend to satisfy
And to keep peace.

It's chest
All hollowed out
Empty of heart,
Of love.

It's mechanics,
Off whacks.
Sometimes the emotions
Come pouring without control.

Other times,
It is just numb.
Dull, void, and dead
Like the doll's future.

Lost in this place
We call life
This doll wanders around
Alone, zombielike and unreal.

Rosey 10/23/17