Porcelain Doll

She seems quiet, calm and collected on the outside But when her quiet shell breaks, and she peeps one sound It seems as if all hell breaks lose Just one thought spoken aloud Leads to harm, hurt and pain Maybe that’s why she stayed silent all those years To keep people from her scary thoughts and dreams For all the times she’s broken down and cried her heart out She’s stayed calm and smooth on the outside Like a porcelain doll, but even those have faults It’s just harder to see with the plastic smiles and glassy eyes The scars easily covered with white, covering the marks Mistakes that cover her body are camouflaged; By the bright colorful cloths adorned with frill Or maybe the colors and ruffle aren’t for decoration but are patches of old memories and happiness sewn together to remind her of the good times To keep her in check with reality, to have an anchor keeping her in place. To keep her sane.