Folded up like a paper doll:

Naked and untouched;

Clothes crumpled; thrown away,

Worn, dreary and crushed.

Just a paper doll has-been.

Headed to the waste bin.

Paper tabs withered and torn,

Just a 2D mannequin with clothes adorned.

Shoes cut off because they didn’t match.

Your paper life, what’s the catch?

No one can take you just the way you are,

Dressing you up,

Creating a personality bizarre.

You bear all and all they do is

Cover you up with old and new.

Dearest paper gal,

What is to become of you?