About the Poem

This poem is my reflection on how people try to be unique in their own ways, to break free of the mold, yet are insecure with being different, and want to be accepted . . . only to find that is not a choice.

Paperdoll People

by Sweetsteffanie

Your plastic eyes search my figure,
So different from yours,
Unique and hideous,
A creature you have never seen.

You shake me violently, and turn me over,
Looking for my seam -
The place of imperfection
Where you can rip me apart and find out what I am made of.

I am different from you
And it scares you.
I have disrupted your neat order,
Your common-sense geometric world.

You hate me,
And all because I chose to be my own person,
And I am not you,
And I am not like you.

But I want to be like you...
I try to stand in your rows of paperdoll people,
And I pretend that you won't notice.
But I am always found out.

I want to be accepted...
But I refuse to be like you.
The happy medium I'm searching for
Is no where to be found.

So I sit by myself, cowering,
Hiding in the corner of our world,
Watching as the single file lines
Of paperdoll people go by.

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2 Visitor Comments

Kel

Thank You.

Alanna

it is very inightfull!

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