Barbie Doll

Just something silly and irrelevant I wrote.

Barbie Doll

Crystal blue eyes,
Bleach blonde hair,
All seem quite lovely,
But who really cares?
A piece of plastic,
With some paint and clothes,
Why does everyone love them?
Nobody knows.
Growing up,
Trying to be the same,
Growing up,
Trying to win the popularity game.
The Barbie isn’t just in the box,
She’s come out,
And she’s real.
She now walks down the hallways,
Taking everyone’s confidence
And self esteem.
But she’s controlled.
Controlled by her owner,
She is a mere puppet.
Society stands up top,
Dangling her by the strings,
Forcing her to be
What they want to see.
She is not who she is,
She’s only a figure,
Just a pretty face,
And a heart misplaced.
Why is beauty found
In something so frivolous?
It isn’t something you see;
It’s something you feel,
So why is she
The one who is most beautiful?

The End

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