Sometimes I think that you don't love me That I'm only here for show Show, and that is it Walking Barbie Doll is what you call me Tall, curvacious blonde Long hair With pale blue eyes Barbie Doll? How about a waste of time? Thats how I see it anyway Dress me up how you want me to look Everywhere I go you have to dress me up Just because "it's so fun" Real joker Thats what you call me too Always laughing, always playing around Well you haven't seen my darker side Sometimes I think that I'm a failure to you all My writing just pretty much sucks This poem for instance School is hard for me History is about the only thing I ace Why do you want me around so much? Why do you even care what happens to me? All I am is a failure To every single one of you.
Reason for writing:
I admitted that I felt this way to my parents. It was included in the 6 page letter I wrote them telling them that I had been raped, physically abused when I was younger by some people I know, and a lot more that I've hid from them. I always felt like I was the failure of the family, only used to show off my looks even though I don't think they're that great either. Oh well.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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