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You look like a doll
They tell her
She smiles with her head down
Follows the steam of her hot tea
And drowns in her thoughts
Wondering
If they know why a doll never speaks
Her doll lips
Are sealed shut with perfect pink
Because if she ever opens her mouth
She might never stop screaming
If only they knew
They look at her and wonder
If her bones
Are hollow
Like baby birds
So fragile, so breakable
But she wants nothing more
Than to scream
Scream how strong she is
Of all the blood and tears that run down her face
But all they see
Is porcelain
They tell her
She smiles with her head down
Follows the steam of her hot tea
And drowns in her thoughts
Wondering
If they know why a doll never speaks
Her doll lips
Are sealed shut with perfect pink
Because if she ever opens her mouth
She might never stop screaming
If only they knew
They look at her and wonder
If her bones
Are hollow
Like baby birds
So fragile, so breakable
But she wants nothing more
Than to scream
Scream how strong she is
Of all the blood and tears that run down her face
But all they see
Is porcelain