My Life As A Rag Doll

Current Mood:  Aloof

My trust is a child's rag doll

Torn to pieces and thrown to the ground

Glass eyes staring at uncaring hands

Bright patchwork dress trampled and stained

Stuffing-substance leaking to the wind

Smiling broken at the shining blue sky

Dish It

Current Mood:  Abused

You take it, and you take it

And you learn,

You learn all too well,

So that later, when there's nobody to dish it out,

You can punch yourself in the gut

And take it some more.

The best part is,

With training and practice,

You learn your own soft spots and weaknesses,

So that you become your own best tormentor.

Double up over the pain and swallow.

It'll still be there tomorrow,

Waiting for you.