I-Lost-My-Way

When I went away, I guess you found a new toy, A little doll, with crystal blue eyes, And spun gold for hair. A huge improvement, I must say. You used to cling to that little rag doll It was so patched up and worn, I started to worry that you'd never let go. The only thing worth mentioning, Where those pretty little button eyes, The ones you've ripped from its face out of boredom now. But I wonder if you realize it, That the pretty porcelain doll can't belong to you, You just stare at it through a window, As you tear apart the little rag doll, Bit by bit out of boredom. And it can't do anything to stop you. I think you know t

Why yes, I'm a proud member of the bleeding hearts club, And Say what you will I'll never be crushed, Not by you, The broken doll, You have no strength Only spite, Only harsh words. They can't cut me because I remember, And my memories give me the armor that I need To become a white knight, A clown in my own right, And a moving target to distract from those who can't withstand your harsh words… and I'll always be waiting to challenge you. … Laugh, I know you want to. And god knows you need it…

I've fallen through the looking glass, …Again.     How many times do I have to warn myself? "Watch your step, things aren't as they seem!"    But I never listen, Both the raven, And the writing desk,    are laughing again.

So many still afraid to trust, Broken hearts just left to rust, They shy away from a friendly face, Showing nothing but disgust. "I know your game!" They seem to say, "I hate this world, You're all the same!" ...Must you... Put me in a box? I smile sadly. My heart drops.