When you're bought to be placed
You know where your place will be
up there in the highest corner
To smile through a mantlepiece
You're dusted & polished and placed again,
no heart is to be considered
& low shallow breaths are surpressed in pain
An upside down smile is a head severed
The twinkle should never leave your eyes
Even if it is merely sunlight reflecting on tears
When you've been placed upon the skies
You hold that position suspended on fears
Those pinched sore blushes add to your countenance
Of the duty you endured with such a position
The slightest crack holds promise of penance
A broken visage exciting social fission
You're a fragile piece of work
expected to stand strong & bold
Against every other biding jerk
& hope to be cherished to the one you're sold
A mantlepiece life is all there is doll
Of porcelain perfection you've been made
What you see below is a greater fall
Live with the living in a far noble charade.
By,
MiaCat
