• My heart is like that of a porcelain dolls
    Even the slightest touch might destroy it.
    If you grasp it too hard then let it fall
    The hopes and dreams held inside shatter into one million pieces
    Onto the floor.

    Her perfect features on the outside may speak all her words
    But the hollow inside of what you left behind
    Holds the most disturbing sight of all.

    Even the most subtle change makes her unwanted
    Hated, to sit on the back of your shelf, the back of your mind.
    But her face and emotions are cemented forever in your memory.

    And unfortunately, I am that porcelain doll.