Porcelain...

(Please Don't Judge This As A Piece Just Yet - It's Just The Beginning Ramblings Of A Concept I'm Trying To Pour Out - Purge)...

Porcelain

Cold
Hard
Hollow
Dulled senses
Surrounding
Empty fragility
That once housed a soul
Full of light; love
Cracked
With integrity
Maintaining it's shape
Before naked
Probing eyes
Accessorized
With stains, dye
A painted smile
That hides the fear
Of falling...

Steely in demeanor
Transparent presentation
Fooling the masses
All put together
Just so
Invisible glue
Makes me invisible, too
Or at least
Held on by
Invisible thread
I've yet to decide
To cut
Or tie in a circle
Just beneath
That airbrushed smile
Before leaping...

When shell hits ground
It shatters
Splatters
Pretty
Frail
Illusive
Strong
In theory
Soul's grown
Weary

Appearances

The doll hits the floor
Resilient
No more
Once thought
Indestructible
Only
Constructed
With flaws
Tiny structural
Tears
Torn seams
You couldn't see
You chose not to see

Faked you out
Breakable
Damaged
Porcelain
Pieces Of
Me