The Doll - By: Megan Reid

Im ripped apart discarded

I look sewn together in the day

but if they saw Me in the dark

they would scream at my torn threads falling apart at the seams

my thread bleeds red

My Shattered porcelain Skull Screams inside

It screams all my fears

It screams all my pain

And it burns with all the tears

That can't be shed

I sit calmly like i'm dead

My puppet strings want to be cut,

To get others to stop being able to control me with just a move of the hand

The thought of feeling more pain is a thought i cant stand

In my stained glass case I sit

My heart is now a pit

It breaks with every stone cast

But i cannot let go of the past

Because it keeps me moving forward

I am the doll in the corner

I cannot speak of the love that i see

For my eyes look full of apathy and jealousy

Of the ones with love to hold close

A doll unloved, broken, discarded

I seem distant hearted.

To cut my strings would be losing a part of myself

To be the doll held close would be warm comfort to my fabric skin

The emptiness of my chest, heavy on my heart, a plush so soft to the touch

I look out of my case at teddy bears and plastic dolls, so pristine so perfect without a seam to be seen

My seams are tattered, my threads sewn in XX

Replace the cold empty void with cotton and wool, replace my shattered porcelain with one with a smile

A doll alone in a glass case, I just yearn for one embrace

Fabric heart, cleaned cotton, perfect clothes that can fit nice, make my porcelain something pleasant to hold rather than just being cold

Untangle my strings, fix my voice box so I might sing, or tell you how much I love you

Discarded, broken, torn

I can be fixed, a doll that could be missed and frantically searched for

My tears can be repaired, Stitched with love and warm hugs

To be held like the bear I hope you can’t see where my seams tear

That you can love me like brand new

rather than shattered and tattered

To kiss my porcelain cheek

I want to be loved rather than the discarded doll

Broken to the glass tomb

I’ll sit in this room and wait for your sweet embrace

Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem.

The meaning of this poem is about the feeling of loneliness and feeling unloved but wanting to be loved, as well as the idea of having someone who loves you even through your darkest moments

Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.

My poems are mostly about my feelings, my thought process was trying to write to be relatable in a way as everyone has these feelings of feeling unloved or too broken to be loved

Why did you choose to write this poem?

The mindset that I was in it was one of my darker moments

Do you have any tips or anything to share with the youth writers who may be reading this?

For me personally let your feelings write the poem