I am a ragdoll, stitched crudely and with many mistakes,
I fall apart at the lightest tug in the wrong place, and
Get mended, but I will never be the same, stuffing
Falls out, and I am torn, my only friend is love, love
From the one who made me, love from the ones who
Play with me, they see past the bad stitching, past
The rips and tears, past the little patches over my
Body, and past my imperfect frame, I know I am not
Perfect, and I do not want to be, I am loved because
I am different, and I am something special.
