i am a girl not a barbie

I am a Person not a Barbie

Broken
Hurt
Torn in half
Angry
Mad
Livid
Do you understand?
She feels all of this in a day
She doesn’t feel loved
Nor cared for
Nor happy
Nor exited
None of that
She feels crazy
Every day she just doesn’t know
Look like this
Act like that
Talk like this
Feel like that
She is tired of it
Tired of all the lies
Tired of all the deceitful people
Tired of everyone telling her what to do
Or how to do it
Or even how to feel  
Its angers her
But does she show it?
No she does not
She smiles
Laughed it off
And goes with it
She is not a Barbie
Stop making her one
Inside she is crying
Screaming for help
Can you hear her?
If you could what would you do?
Nothing…
That is why she is silent