In the mirror's gaze, I see a change,

My lover's eyes, once ablaze, now estranged.

Fingers tracing lines of doubt, I fear,

As whispers of distance draw near.

In your eyes I see, a feeling that is all too familiar to me.

So like a doll, I changed myself.

Letting you mold me as if I were a doll on a shelf, leaving all of the power to you on how I was to view myself.

I painted my lips a different shade,

And donned dresses in which to parade.

I altered my laughter, softened my tone,

But your attention seemed forever thrown.

I dyed my hair a different hue,

Hoping it'd catch your eye anew.

Yet, your gaze remained indifferent, cold,

Leaving me feeling like a story untold.

With powdered cheeks, a rosy flush,

I paint my skin, a perfect blush.

Each stroke of makeup, meticulously applied,

Hides the flaws I wish to hide.

I pluck and shape my brows with care,

To frame my face, to make you stare.

But why, just why, do I still fall short?

What hidden flaw remains, unsurfaced in short?

I changed my style, embraced the trend,

But your attention seemed to wane and bend.

With each attempt to win your heart's embrace,

I found myself lost in a hopeless chase.

What did I do wrong, I often ponder,

As doubts within my heart grow fonder.

Counting flaws, too many to name,

Wondering if I'm the one to blame.

Am I unlovable, too flawed to mend?

A shattered soul without an end.

A broken vessel, fading fast.

In the silence of the night, I sigh,

Wishing for love's gentle lullaby.

Each day, a new reflection stares,

A shadowed self with hidden cares.

In the depths of my soul, a storm does brew,

As I search for answers, searching for you.

I shed my skin, like leaves in fall,

Yet your love remained a distant call.

I built walls high, to shield the pain,

But the echoes of heartache still remain.

In whispered tones, I question my worth,

What parts of me fail to charm, to unearth?

Was it my smile, too bright to bear?

Or my silence, too heavy to share?

Was it the way that I laughed, or the way that I speak,

That left you searching, feeling incomplete?

I've danced in shadows, chased the light,

But still, I'm lost in endless nights.

Yearning for love's gentle hand,

To lead me from this barren land.

Yet here I stand, in the mirror's gaze,

Hoping for love's redeeming grace.

For in the reflection, I seek a sign,

That love's sweet embrace will soon be mine.

So I'll journey on, though the path is steep,

Hoping one day, love's secrets to reap.

For in the depths of my weary soul,

I know love's light will make me whole.

For I am no longer a doll, and you are no longer in control.

Doll

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