The Doll

You were treating me like I am not a human being,
You were acting as if I have got no feelings,
I was blind, I wasn't seeing.

As if I was your doll,
Not even your favourite one.
What do you expect me to do?
You need to realise, I'm gone!

You played by it,
You even hit!
You hit it,
You broke it,
Whenever you felt like it doesn't fit.
And when you wanted to, you would fix it,
With no words, when you just sit.
You sit next to it,
And treat it anyways.
It just wanted you to talk to it,
Even a little tiny bit.

You are the one to blame,
You are the one who walked away,
Whenever I came.
I am sorry,
I can no more be your messed up life's frame.

Your doll is not plastic,
It can NOT be recycled.

I just want you to know,
I used to believe we were meant to be.
But I can no more show,
My buried feelings.

Your doll is not plastic,
It can NOT be recycled.
It can't keep looking fantastic,
Like the first time you picked it.


I want you to remember these words of mine,
I did anything for you,
I just wanted you to shine.



I used to believe we were meant to be.
I loved you.

_{I swear.}