Porcelain

She had so many friends 

No doubt, no worry'

People said they would love her to the end 

But she was in too much of a hurry

Often ran from her problems

But didnt run enough

Chastised and  ostracisized

For not being good enough 

Silence is her only option 

Everytime she opens her mouth she hurts 

Not only others

 The little girl hurts the worst

Keep her hidden

Trapped inside 

Silence her thoughts

Close her eyes

She will never be good enough 

Her vision of life blurred

Dont forget to tell her 

If not she'll grow actually thinking she will be heard