The tears I cry

Cover up

I swallow my sobs

And try to cover up my flaws

I paint away my hurt

And try to scrub off the dirt

I change myself into something beautiful and perfect

I am happy

I am free

I am a perfect unbroken thing

Or at least that's how it seems

I am shattered like a porcelain doll

A doll a little girl is no longer fond of

She throws me to the ground

And stomps me till my beautiful smile is turned to a frown

I say to my self I am fine

That I am not broken

That the real me isn't visible

I cry myself to sleep

My heart is made of hundreds of busted little springs

I cry and plea

Wishing I was anyone but me