Dolls do feel

Last poem to my four part series.

You think I can’t feel the words you say
I feel them like anyone living.
Throw your insults against my hard skin
They will eventually get through and burn me.
I mirror your hate through the reflection of my eyes.
A crack, you have found it and shattered everything.
We cannot be repaired and I cannot show remorse.
You should have known that everything can break like a doll.

Reviews

[Nishant Gupta]

nice one read mine too " QUEST OF LIFE".

[nicolo]

Creative. :)