#1

Sometimes I wish I was a doll.

Just made for being beautiful and sitting on your shelf.

Then I could be owned by you, admired by you, and you would actually like me.

Right now my skin is too bumpy. Too dry. Just plain ugly.

I would do anything to be as pale as milk, to be as smooth and cool as porcelain. 

My hair would be long and silky, not short and chopped.

My eyes would be black and big, instead of these expressive eyes that always show my true emotions.

They always say eyes are the window to the soul. What would happen if I gouge them out? Would I lose my soul? I wouldn’t care, if that meant people couldn’t look me in the eyes and tell I was actually hurting. Weak. So weak.

I wish my limbs were fair and thin, not scarred and delicate like they are now.

I wish…

I wish I was fake.