porcelain.

a little poem based on my not-so-good home life and what it does to me as a person, hope you enjoy it <3

faces purple, eyebrows raised high

sobs echoing through the room;

the music of my crippled heart.

eggshells, torn feet.

whispered lies, porcelain faces.

on the inside i am fragile, sensitive,

crushed, hollow...

though when silver turns red, 

only then do i feel at peace.

finally. something i can control.

don’t be so ashamed,

to feel is to be human.

don’t you want to be?

closed eyes, smiles

brighter than the stars at night,

twinkling, but only seen when everyone

is asleep. 

kept secret for those to earn it.

those whose ears are peeled, backs bent.

grins permanently plastered on faces,

knowledge beyond your comprehension

filling their mind. 

they know, they always do.

but don’t fret, protection is what they seek.

they care, as do i.

Author's Note

i'm new to poetry so any feedback is definitely welcome :)