Isn't it too bad
that this doll
is made of porcelain?
Isn't it fragile and lonely?
Everyone stays away from her,
thinking if she was held,
she'll break in an instant.
But... That's not really true.
This lamenting porcelain doll
sits on the front porch
waiting for a friend or two
to pass her by.
She glances down and
sees the scratches on each wrist
formed under the pressure of
the world's perfection and beauty.
Despising her own sweetness,
she decided to rot, making other faces.
Her 'flawed masks', as she calls them
and she would bring them wherever she went.
Years passed and she grew tired
of her unstable and uncertain life.
She wanted to show someone
the face behind those horrid masks.
Yet that person made her
shatter into immeasurable pieces.
Then she realized how fragile
she truly was.
Someone helped her
rebuild herself.
This person saw her
from best to worst.
This time,
she parades her broken self
around town
as people ignore her.
This porcelain doll feels lost
because she thinks she
won't be fixed again
when she breaks once more.
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PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
