Always inside is the voice of the
Just beyond her porcelain lips.
Chipping away at the sturdy walls.
Girls like her weren't supposed to have
voices of their own.
She is a puppet.
A pretty, porcelain, puppet with long gleaming
Long, so that the puppet master may control her
Gleaming and sleek so they may never tangle,
So puppet master may never lose control.
The voice beyond her porcelain core is one
of the pain which she endures.
But porcelain lips cannot be opened.
Porcelain is cold.
Cold and lifeless, but pretty.
Pretty lips only open to say the right things,
Puppet lips only open to say what master wants.
A script of lies:
I love you.
A hidden voice:
Let me go.