You’re just like a Barbie doll,
with your blonde hair,
your nice clothes,
your nice car.
But just like Barbie,
you’re plastic,
you’re fake,
you’re just a phase.
Soon people will grow up,
and realize they don’t need you anymore.
So enjoy it now Barbie doll,
cause soon you’ll be boxed up,
and thrown in a pile of crap.
Unwanted,
ignored,
forgotten.
Like the people you treated,
before you ended up like this.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Great poem. I can't stand fake people.