No one can say
Who I am
In twenty different ways
For I am
The doll-faced girl
Living in a strange world
I feel like
A doll-faced girl
Everyone paints
On my face
Leaving all the traces
Of me
Who am I?
I feel like
A doll-faced girl
Being painted by
Everyone
Some paint smiles
On my
Already tainted face
Who am I?
I will never know
Until I stop being
Such a
Doll-faced girl
Liz, the poem is awesome, doll faced girl isn’t you… i’ll be very pleased to know you don’t admit you are a doll faced girl.