BrokenUnfortunate soulWith the mousy brown hair,How did you ever surviveUnder that rock?Here's a new dress.Here's some new hair.Isn't that better,My broken doll?Read these liesAnd spit out the lines.Face the audienceAnd give them a kiss.Show some skin.More, more, more.I gave you function,A name, and a friend.A purpose.Now you have work to do.Why do you stand and stare?You cannot hate me.I am your God.I created you.You're a mess, my dear.With a crack on your faceAnd dirt on your chin.Hatred and anger radiateOff your porcelain.Cry in your room.Wish you were dead.You'll always be invisible.My pretty, broken doll,There is no fixing you.No matter what you wear,You're still you.
Oh, me. Oh, my. Oh, gee.The world can fallAnd I won't care.It crushed me yesterday,Taught me life's not fair.I'll scream and whine.I'll hurt and cry,But it's all useless.I just want to die.My pride is gone.It's easy to see.I'm stuck rhyming again.Oh, me. Oh, my. Oh, gee.