Porcelain Dolls

Cold faces fixing you in the glare
Of hard unseeing eyes
Delicate
Worrying about cracking
And loosing “perfection”
Fixable, yes
All but their heart of glass
It can be mended but
Eternally full of cracks
Only to be easily broken again
Hiding it under a painted smile and
Covering its faults with
A veil of insults

They are no more than Porcelain Dolls
Cold and fragile
And yet,
They are one of us

They are

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tinkerbell said...
Nov. 3, 2009 at 10:36 am
this was said it reminds me of all the things that happens to people everyday
 
~iM_uNiQuE_LiKe_yOu~ said...
Sept. 10, 2009 at 11:12 am
wow........very deep, i like it
 
Kelseym said...
Jul. 2, 2009 at 4:13 pm
I found that this poem was very interesting.
 
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