Porcelain doll

They don't understand the pain,
they don't understand the fury...
they don't know what its like to be your own jury.

they look into my eyes
and don't look beyond my fake little smile...
they don't understand that this has been going on for a while...

They treat me
like a porcelain doll and tell me that is
my equivalent.
I look like 1...
unable to act, and left for
all to see, placed on a shelf
among the dust and other forgotten items...

They tell me that I'm beautiful and
theres no need to worry
but they don't know what its like to live in
this facade where you
are permanently putting on an act to
hide the truth that is the fact

I became my own enemy
who I just could not understand
its as if all the hurt and pain
tightened its clench on
my fragile heart...
gripping tighter and tighter...
showing no mercy...

Its a pact I made with myself
that has brought my life
to an alarming halt
as I no longer understand what went wrong and where I shall land...

Every things falling apart...
brick by brick its crashing down...
the sharp pain rings through my ears
as every memory smashes on the ground...

So they look past it
all, not realizing how they have made me feel
so small...
treating me like a porcelain doll
and leaving me out to suffer and stare into
complete insolence as I suffer
in the cold...

Yet they forget that porcelain
is glass, and glass doesn't last forever
it just takes one blind world to pass
and knock it over without realizing what its done...
destroying me forever and leaving me shattered and allowing every part of me to scatter into a million pieces on the floor...

Yet you continue to ignore my call...
so lets just forget this all...