“The Glass Doll“
by Sophia O’Brien
I am a doll made of glass and on a shelf.
When people pass me by I feel just fine.
But when people are cruel to me I feel as if I could break
Into a million pieces.
I am a glass doll who has flowers in her hair.
They are delicate and fragile like me.
My heart makes cracks and aches when people are fake to me.
I can’t do anything about it because I just stand there frozen, and I can not move.
The Masks surround me, and the cracks start to spread.
They’re pushing the limit, and tearing me to pieces
But I still glue myself together.
