That their endless demands
Can crush a glass doll,
When put on one so small.
A short while can you hide
The cracks on the inside,
Before they appear
And your complection isn't as clear.
Everyone notices but you,
The beauty no longer seems new.
Uncaptured tears stained
Your skin that is now pained
By unmentioned thoughts.
Once sky-blue eyes are just plain dots.
Silk, fashionable attire
Falls off as rags and reveals the underwire.
Hair becomes dull and brittle,
Your bow crumbles in the middle.
A large crack crawls across,
Breaking your face, and bringing the loss.
Unable to stand tall anymore,
You fall limply on the cold floor.
Staring up in defeat,
Only now you realize you've been beat.
A tear rolls from your eyes,
As you breathe your final sigh.
-Emily Adams May 23, 2002
-Amy Lee