My happy day was also the most horrible day

  of my life. You left me broken on the floor of the art

  room, the Room where we created this..

  This thing that ended up killing me.

  You left me there,a broken doll,a doll

  With stone cold face, eyes that when from

  bright to dull, hair form tight to straw, going in

  different directions, and a body stretched to

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  It’s limits but put on a chair,

  Well dressed doll, Me sitting on a chair,

  Looking like nothing happened and yet,

  This, this one tear, happen, to go

  down my face, fro my eye following down,

  my cheek and then drop down the

  red dress that Me was put in.

  That, that was my happy day and also the most,

  Horrible day, I felt like I was put on display,

  Like everyone was staring me with they’re

  pitch black eyes and wide smiles, waiting for

  Me to ame a mistake and judge me for it.

  Yet I still sit, pretty and wait.. for what

  For someone to fix Me.