Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Porcelain Doll


I’m not what you think I am

I’m not perfect

I bleed
I hurt

I’m insecure with childish fears that haunt me like monsters deep in the dark
I can’t do the things you want, my voice won’t speak, my throat won’t scream

I’m afraid of the dark but I can’t leave the shadows
I want to be free, light and careless but my heart won’t beat, my soul is leashed

I’m not who you think I am

Makeup to hide flaws
Cracked porcelain painted white
Lips stained vermillion

Is there anything underneath?
Or is it just stuffing
Molded with years, shredded with misuse
A rotten core

I’m not


A/N: I feel funky, I think it was the sashimi I ate for lunch. Don't worry though, I'm not all emo or depressive... just amusing my muses for a while. I don't even know what this means or where it comes from or anything...

2 comments:

  1. The things you write are somehow so easily accessible or like. Maybe just so human, that it's easy to relate to.

    /I want to be free, light and careless but my heart won’t beat, my soul is leashed/

    I really liked this part.

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  2. Thank you hun <3 *hugs you*
    And this is why I adore you, you always just know what to say to make me smile and have faith in my writing.

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