Porcelain Doll

The world I see is broken, Through shattered rose colored glasses; Blades of fire slash through the cracks, Scarring my eyes, Scarring my mind, Scarring my soul... All the fire, All the pain, My vision is gone, I'll never be the same. My soul is ashes, My heart a crisp, My self hollowed, My every joy missed. My body naught but empty shell, A painted, porcelain doll- A frigid face with frigid smile, My eyes dead all the while... I am the porcelain doll, I glow but do not shine, I am empty inside... With painted flesh and painted face; With painted joy in its painted place, I live my life, Because... I am the porcelain doll.