The little girl cries, through eyes.
The little screams, cries out to me.
The little girl runs, through broken glass.
She is broken now.
She is broken down.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Broke in half by a stupid boy.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Found out her whole life's just one ploy.
The little girl bleeds, it's all she needs.
The little girl gasps, straight through her mask.
The little girl's lips, pucker, and whimper.
The little girl, screams, cries out to me.
She is broken now.
She is broken down.
She cries for her broken toy,
She cries for the broken heart.
She cries for herself, she's broken.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Broke in half by a stupid boy.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Found out her whole life's just a ploy.
Broken toy, toy.
...
She's decapitating all her barbies now.
She's biting off their heads.
She's decaptitating all her barbies now.
She sits their screaming.
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when i went about writing this...
it was time for english(2period)
our teacher asked us to be creative with our writting.
we were to write about a moment of our childhood,
something,anything,as long as its amusing.
she was really interested in what the kids in the corner
had to write,as did the rest of the class.
& of course it was orally.
it seem she was always quite amused withwhat came out of me,& my friends
mouths.we spoke the truth,how hard is that?
we hate to be judged,but we love who we are.
the students at this school all depends on whats on the in crowd.
i was their once,& you knoe what?
i get tired of not being myself,i wore a mask
so everyone would like me,so i can stay in the "in crowed".
but why should i?if they dont like me,its their lost
because under this mask is someone fun,and really great.
im sorry to get off topic
but if i did stay in the "in crowed " i would have been that broken toy.
ooo did i mention i got an A on my poem? :D
The little screams, cries out to me.
The little girl runs, through broken glass.
She is broken now.
She is broken down.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Broke in half by a stupid boy.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Found out her whole life's just one ploy.
The little girl bleeds, it's all she needs.
The little girl gasps, straight through her mask.
The little girl's lips, pucker, and whimper.
The little girl, screams, cries out to me.
She is broken now.
She is broken down.
She cries for her broken toy,
She cries for the broken heart.
She cries for herself, she's broken.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Broke in half by a stupid boy.
Broken toy, broken toy.
Found out her whole life's just a ploy.
Broken toy, toy.
...
She's decapitating all her barbies now.
She's biting off their heads.
She's decaptitating all her barbies now.
She sits their screaming.
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when i went about writing this...
it was time for english(2period)
our teacher asked us to be creative with our writting.
we were to write about a moment of our childhood,
something,anything,as long as its amusing.
she was really interested in what the kids in the corner
had to write,as did the rest of the class.
& of course it was orally.
it seem she was always quite amused withwhat came out of me,& my friends
mouths.we spoke the truth,how hard is that?
we hate to be judged,but we love who we are.
the students at this school all depends on whats on the in crowd.
i was their once,& you knoe what?
i get tired of not being myself,i wore a mask
so everyone would like me,so i can stay in the "in crowed".
but why should i?if they dont like me,its their lost
because under this mask is someone fun,and really great.
im sorry to get off topic
but if i did stay in the "in crowed " i would have been that broken toy.
ooo did i mention i got an A on my poem? :D
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