(or Doll Face )
{This was written by 2014 Jaden}
I have porcelain bones,
My eyes are marbles,
And my eyes are bitter lemonade.
People say I'm so beautiful.
Some say my voice is like smooth silk.
And they say I'm as pretty as a doll.
What they can't tell from my small doll face is that my heart is being punctured by pins and needles.
Every night my pillow is soaked from my bitter tears.
My throat is throbbing from sobs and screams that nobody can hear.
Why can't I stitch the gaping holes within my soul?
"Help!" My mind screams, no one hears my pleas.
But when I put on my makeup and throw on my mask of fake smiles, my gorgeous doll face pulls the strings on people's hearts like a puppeteer.
As pretty as I am I still can't find love.
There is a darkness to my lips,
Chapped yet full of life.
I still have a bright glow to my skin.
Yet a haze above my head.
I smile, laugh, beam, and cheer but slowly my bones of glass and skin of soft cotton break and deteariate.
I'm fading but what people see is a girl with beauty and looks and ego.
I want to be happy,
I want to be able to smile with out silently weeping.
I want to love myself and others.
But I just feel my heart and body break.
So, I'll live with this sad life and chipping doll face.
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Fragmentation
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