Architect Of The Soul

She’s an architect of the soul,
Building walls around herself.
With the appearance of a doll,
Placed carefully on a shelf.

Carefully brushed hair,
Dress ironed just right.
She takes a lot of care,
To make it all alright.

The boy with the brown eyes,
He stole her soul.
She’s built her fine disguise,
To make herself feel whole.

Her walls are high,
The pegs dug deep.
She’s getting by,
But her mind’s a heap.

Careful, shallow breaths,
As his eyes find hers.
Maybe this is death,
It’s what she would prefer.