Porcelain

Porcelain.Beautiful like the sunrise
but no on sees the pain
hidden behind her eyes

Her will she thought was unbreachable
She’s feeling lonely and vulnerable

Her skin is like alabaster,
milky and smooth
but her heart’s been broken
and her emotions are hard to soothe

She tries to pick herself back up
but she knows she is down on her luck

Her exquisite body is tired
Her genius mind is now unstable
Her infallible aura of elegance
is becoming fragile

Fists and words hurt the same
especially when used over and over again
Her spirit is breaking like fine porcelain

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