The Dollhouse

The world is a never ending dollhouse,
And we are simply the dolls that keep getting replayed.
There’s no say in who you want to be,
Or control over the actions you’re forced to make through life.
The women play each step, no different than another.
You have the baby; dressed how they want her,
Her cries meaning what they want them to.               
Then the young child; being what they think acceptable,
Achieving to be what they say she should.
There’s the love struck teen; giving all she can to make them happy,
Even if it’s something she doesn’t want to do.
The beautiful fiancée; doing everything she can to be enough for them,
Judged by their family for every unlikely decision.
A brand-new wife; making choices revolved around their thoughts,
Hoping that they approve of what she thinks is right.
And then, the tired mother; focused on what’s good for her children,
As long as society agrees.
At last you have the elder woman; dressed how they want her,
Her cries meaning nothing but nonsense to them anymore.
Everything goes, until it’s back again in the same footsteps,
Reused dolls for an already completed game.
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Deanie
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Deanie wrote a review · Fri Dec 14, 2012 9:57 pm

Hey Bhayden

I would love to criticize this poem but for me, at the moment, absolutely nothing is coming up here. I love the story you seem to easily create with words. And the use of symbolism is spot on. The sentences flowed into each other and there was a rhythmic pace to the whole poem. And the last two lines were such an appropriate and final conclusion of the poem. I loved it.

Cannot wait to read something mor of yours!

Deanie x

*ahem* I mean more ;P

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Arcticus
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For a few seconds after I finished reading this poem, I simply stared at the screen, taking in the weight of this poem. You've got quality and you've got the skills, I can see them at work here. It's an absolutely amazing poem! You have got some amazing ideas in there. It rings true when you say that sometimes the choices we make are not our own, and how beautifully you've put it in there.

"Everything goes, until it’s back again in the same footsteps,
Reused dolls for an already completed game"

Keep that up!



The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.
— George Orwell, 1984