Doll

I once knew a girl,

‘Doll’ is the word I would use to describe her.

A permanent smile stitched unto her plush face,

Messy hair called raggedy.

She loved to be played with,

That meant she had some use.

No decisions to make,

Just orders to follow.

Happiness is something she never denied having,

Because she would never dare to contradict,

The permanent smile stitched on by those around her.