Little Stories

porcelain

A face that is plastic
but, cute.

A body that is perfect but,
almost everyone envied.

Those glossy eyes that shimmered so bright,
and in the inside of it held no soul.

The skin was so smooth like milky white
But what i see, is a ghost that is filled with fright.

The sweet and loving smile of hers
Held many sufferings it had.

Acting like an innocent child
And was sick of its acting days she had.

And only one emotion that she could show to the world,
Was a bored face that everyone knew she does not like it.

But her feelings were like glass
And one wrong hard word will break it.

Over all she is a sweet sensitive girl

Just like a porcelain that she never wanted.

But others forced her to do it.