There are things I cannot say,
Feeling I cannot express,
A harsh reality comes to fruition every day I am alive.
A look into my mind will simply show
I'm broken and hard to fix
I am a porcelain doll, shattered one too many times.
The things I hide in my mind, stressing the cracks that ripple throughout my aching porcelain skin.
Fear and sadness, pain and sorrow,
A beating heart and a mind, set to please all who come my way.
This person I am is not the person you see. Beneath this porcelain skin is a shadow of deceit and lies.
My smile is a mask with a beautiful smile, so elegantly painted on so it is a smile that stands out, no matter the cracks that form beneath the glaze.
The cracks in this lovely skin, so delicately covered by a makeup of paint and glass.
The perfect appearance.
The perfect lie.
Life goes on and my cracks are covered again and again,
The paint getting thicker with every stroke.
The painted smile becoming weaker, the older I get
The paint no longer being re-adhered so regularly.
The cracks now showing on a once beautiful doll,
Now but a tool to demonstrate the hardships faced in life.
The child.
My mind.
The life I lead with hatred surrounding me,
I, the porcelain doll, dropped from my tall shelf.
The cracks deeper and thicker than ever before.
Less likely to be covered,
Less likely to heal.
Forever broken
Forever shattered
Forever hurt.
Forever the forgotten doll.
Blite's quote of the day:
"Do not fear going forward slowly; for only to stand still"
~Chinese Proverb~
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A Look In The Window That Appears To Reflect
PoesiaSo this is i guess is kinda my poetry book, it's just a book to write what comes to mind taking in the life around me. I hope you enjoy reading all my odds and ends. I have a daily quote at the end of every poem which are quotes I personally love. A...
