I am the broken doll.

Everyone sees my admirable face and body. They look at me as this beautiful person, which could be true.

Which is true, I am beautiful.

But inside I am broken.

Inside I am disgusting.

Inside I am delusional.

Inside I am selfish.

Inside I am hateful, I am miserable.

Why?

I will never know. I don’t have to be this way, I want to be beautiful on the inside as much as I ...