Porcelain doll

She looks through the window, tears roll down her cheek.
She walks out the door, her fears crawl at her feet.
She is only a doll, a painted smile on her delicate face,
that covers up her shattered soul, hiding in an empty place.
As she turns around and see's the feet,
of the mother of cruelty she begans to weep.
She weeps about cruelty,
She weeps about love,
She weeps about happiness so far above.
As she atempts to escape, away from her hollow life, mother of cruelty chases her with a knife.

And thats the end of our porcelain doll.