Porcelain Doll

She stands there on her pretty little stand looking so perfect with the fancy dress down to her heels yet her sorrow is shown on her face never a smile, never a tear always the same lifeless expression people are like this all the time trapped in all their negative and hopeless thoughts Why, why must we be like a porcelain doll? The weight of the world would crush us and ruin our perfect image. We wouldn't be on a pretty little stand anymore, we'd be a pile of broken pieces on the ground.