Not Your Doll

Smiles to go,

Nobody can know

That behind every smile

Is something quite vile


I live to please

So I hide all of these:

Every sneeze, every wheeze;

And I smile when teased


But behind the curtain

I’m feeling uncertain…

This isn’t the real me.


Sometimes sadness sweeps

Inside a Me that just weeps

Day and night,

There’s no light—

I thought I’d sow what I reap


Thought if I smile, they’ll smile

And it’ll last for a while,

But the smile’s starting to fall

And fall....

And fall.....

I gave it my all,

But I can’t be your doll

So let me go free


'Cause that isn’t the real me.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741