The Ugly Doll

There once was a doll who wanted to be.

She wasn’t pretty, you see.

Yet, she wanted the world in the palm of her hand.

They would laugh, yell, and torment this doll.

“You will never be good enough.” They would say.

And deep down she knew it was true.

She had no mirror, for fear she would see the truth.

Honestly, she knows what lies upon her face.

Dark scars blended with distortion.

Her lips cut and dried with crimson.

She is hideous!

“Such a thing like you… you should have been called Monster.”

The uproar of laughter would begin and frighten her away.

And back into the corner where she is invisible.

The pleas, the cries for help, the loneliness were all too real.

But there was this other doll that seemed to be perfect.

She had it all.

The attention, the love, the goodness.

The doll envied her with such heated passion.

Above all things she despised of this perfect doll was the most simplest of them all.

She was beautiful.

The perfect doll held the world in her palms.

She had the dream that was wanted by such an ugly doll.

“I’d be your friend if only you weren’t so hideous.”

It was routine for them to joke with such wit.

The doll was used to it.

She knows want she is.

And how she looks.

She was a freak.

She is the one who destroyed the world.

Brought it down with flames and destruction.

She killed the perfect doll with a half smile on her face.

Yet, everyone will know her as something different.

An Ugly Doll she will always be.