monstrosity...

the little girl with the big glass eyes covered by her long bangs...
her tears cannot be seen...
she does not want to see...
she holds up her favourite doll...
and cuts her dress and hair...
she holds up her favourite mirror...
and cuts her dress and hair...

she hates her life...
life through her fragile glass eyes...
she earns for isanity and grace...
but she's fallen from her sacred place...

she starves her doll to rid herself of sins
the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin..
she cuts herself to feel more human and to feel so free ...
she sings :" hey dolly can you bleed like me..."

she makes a wish and prays hard in her sleep...
thinking god will make it all better, and to think he did...
she does not want to wake up, she does not want to dream...
she only wants to find herself, trapped beneath our feet...

monstrosity...thats what they're all calling her...
but she likes it, because it hurts...
now she's still, as still and a dead bee...
i wonder whats she's thinking, dolly or me?