My Little Glass Doll

I remember her vividly.
We would flirt on occasion,
but we were just friends.
She had a wonderful laugh,
and a beautiful smile.
I was ugly,
in the full swing of teenage acne.
But her skin was smooth,
white, like a glass doll.
Perfect.

the first time I saw
the bright red slashes
across that flawless arm.
It scared me.

My raven haired doll,
hurting her self.
I couldn't believe it.
She said it made her feel good.
I couldn't imagine how

I was going to ask her
why she would
flaw her perfect form.
But that was the day
my innocence was shattered,
Like a little glass doll.