A beautiful doll
Porcelain and perfect
Smooth skin, everlasting smile,
The epitome of content.
Remove the the mask,
And you will see,
Just how happy she really is.
Eyes full of pain
Forever on the brink of tears,
Heart broken into shards,
And clumsily pieced together,
Mind split into depression and maintaining the illusion,
But the eternal smile remains
Keeping the secret
Of what lies behind the porcelain mask.
YOU ARE READING
Breaking
Poetrycollection of poems and just brief writings of a girl experiencing love and heartbreak, simultaneously.
