The Doll I used to owe.
To all the young girls; you are worthy.
The doll I used to owe
she was beautiful, I loved her so much
and to everyone I used to show
Long back ago , A doll I used to owe
Then I grew up a bit and she was no longer a friend to me
I saw her as an enemy
Now never it pleased me the way she looked
cause my heart was competitive and crooked
I felt bad about me; always sad and low
Because of the doll I used to owe
Her long hair, fair skin and skinny frame was my main focus
And one day I stabbed my doll
unfortunately, ruining it all
The years have gone, the innocence did also flow
And I am still trying to be - like the doll I used to owe
- Shireen
I wish people could see souls instead of faces .
About the Creator
shireen naaz
I am an 18 year old Y/A so the world to me is a very strange place right now I am still learning, experiencing and discovering new aspects of life so maybe with me you can once again see the world differently.
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