• Once upon a time
    When I was younger
    I was a cute little ragdoll
    My family called me beautiful
    My friends, were all friends
    No big problems
    Just happy times
    As a pretty ragdoll

    But now is different
    I hear things
    People tell me things
    They tell me
    What I should do
    And could do
    All the different ideas
    Flying in my mind

    Then it starts to pull
    They all pull on me
    Each in different directions
    Left and right
    Up and down
    Pulling at my seams
    Pulling me apart
    Tearing at my heart

    I will no longer be
    A pretty ragdoll
    When all of this is over
    I will be torn apart
    Not whole
    My family won’t think me beautiful
    And my friends
    What friends?