Young Writers Society

In a house there is a doll
Who smiles as people pass her by
She whispers to children
Freedom, beauty, hope, and love
Whom all else she believes above

Her skin is pale
Her eyes, blue so bright
Her hair is brown, soft as silk
Her clothes shimmer in the light

But there's also another doll
She's broken from long being used
Her hair is ruff, haunted eyes
She only speak of captivity,
Hate, vengence, lies

But now I show you I was both
One from beginning, two in the end
To your lies, did I bend

One is life, happiness, joy
Other lifeless, broken like a toy
You brought this on us
You made one fall
You used her like a toy, a doll

So now you see, there once was one
Whilst now there's two
One is broken
One is new