Dolls

Breaking displaced designation,
a spot only they chose us to be,
all scared alone,
No perfect home,
all kinds of things crazy.

ruptured hopes of the past,
blasted onto child's skin,
The world is round,
My heads complex,
yet my tethered string is thin.

they want direction,
common sense,
 who've lived a different world.

a picture perfect reminisce,
The hopes they had uncurled,
my body is a waiting game,
a toy for all lost dreams,
Not complying is the way to shame,
yet I belong to me.