Make up that porcelin face, cover up all those cracks.

brush out that tangeled hair, and put on a pretty dress.

Cause it`s almost time for presentation,

I must go out there soon,

to sit and smile and dance awhile,

and be their perfect doll.

Never angry, never mad

Never hurt, never sad.

But behind that stiff porclein face,

my hot tears flow freely.

And behind those perfect painted lips,

my mouth is quivering.

And beyond those dead glassy eyes,

I see much more than people think I see.

And inside that perfect little head,

My soul is screaming.

age 14

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clare...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 2:25 AM

That's really good.

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pagan...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 2:26 AM I was hurting so bad. I felt that no one could see behind my perfect mask that presented to the world. Even though I desperately wanted someone too.

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pagan...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 2:27 AM Thank you clare :-)

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Lb128f
Dec. 23, 2009 at 3:41 AM

Thanks agai for sharing this with us. I am hoping you are now free to be happy!

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