X: Rag doll

Her arms outstretched
asking for a love
a compassion or understanding
or just a hand to hold.
These qualities to her remain unknown.
After all;
she's just a rag doll.

Her life becomes a picture,
perfection is portrayed
but the idealistic image
is really only fake.
The door shuts, the picture shatters
the frame is no longer in place.
Her face remains in the same fixed smile;
That was the way she was made.

All through the night
her body remains frozen.
Searching for a light,
trying to find her way up
from the bottom of the ocean.
Her heart longing for a heat and warmth,
to replace the inevitable tears
but she cant really feel,
she's just a rag doll.

Longing to fit in,
or blend unnoticed into the crowd,
quietly she sits there,
wishing to make someone proud.
Lost and alone in the world.
Pulled to the edge,
then she begins to fall.
Crashing to the depths of eternity
she can see the four brick walls.

A hand reaches out to catch her
he helps her through it all.

An acceptance not fully comprehensible
but most appreciated none the less.
Now this rag doll has wings,
now she knows she is blessed.