Yes I am free...
There is everything I can spree...
I am Independent...
I am Vibrant....
I am self constrain and YES I can bear pain...
Does that mean I cannot be your barbie doll...
Can I not be the one who fears...
The one who's Tears...
Are as precious to you
As your pears...
Just because I will emerge...
You will submerge?
Put me through the silence...
Of not knowing your pretense...
I made my self tough and could go through stuff....
Building my self all these years....
I wish I made me a Barbie doll....
Weak and Brittle easy to break down..
Maybe then you would protect me love me....
Think before you bend me mend me....
Now that I am so brave...
Looks like I can behave...
I will probably always wave..
With happiness in my smile...
And tinkle in my eye...
But the though will always enslave...
Who's Barbie Doll will I be.....
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