porcelain.A Poem by Percya little poem based on my not-so-good home life and what it does to me as a person, hope you enjoy it <3faces 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. © 2021 PercyAuthor's Note
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