Victoria
Sullivan
AP English
Lucy
Lucy, you don’t look so
good;
You’re missing tufts of
hair.
The buttons that were
once so crisp
Are hardly staying
there.
Lucy, you don’t look
the same;
Where has your color
gone?
Fabrics that were
bright and pink
Seem dull and dim and
wrong.
Lucy, did you ever know
That you’re my only
friend;
A teddy bear that
cannot speak,
But a girl can just
pretend.
Lucy, are you
listening?
You haven’t said a
word;
We’ve been talking here
for hours now,
But my words remain
unheard.
Lucy, you must think me
mad
With that smile upon
your face,
Sitting there with
perfect ease
As you stare off into
space.
Lucy, won’t you answer
me!?
You leave me in such
doubt
That I hardly shed a
single tear
As I tear your stuffing
out.
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