So I have been going through some rocky times,
I would like to post poems I write during this time in this thread
My Porcelain Doll
She sat in the corner, like a still porcelain doll
Like another picture, just draped on the wall
Beautiful from afar, her skin looked smooth
Her eyes, large, black, but glazed over, like a doll
The picture of perfection, she appeared to be
From the outside she was everything
Everything they wanted her to be
The act, hardened her, to a pointless perfection
Don’t get too close, you’ll see the cracks
You’ll feel the sharp roughness
Of her seemingly smooth skin
You will see, only her eyes remain dead
Don’t touch her, you will feel the cracks
In her porcelain skin, and she will fall
To pieces before your eyes
Revealing all that was hidden, for too long
For she is not a doll
She is not perfect,
She is not broken
She does not need to be fixed
All she is, is human
Hiding behind a mask of deception
A deception they want
A deception for survival
A deception that ate away
The fire burning inside of her
Until she become still
Like My porcelain doll