A thousand burning knives seer the heart
They cut so deeply the very fabric of soul is torn apart.
Use the superficial, my dear, to hide away emotion.
Lipstick to cover pain.
Mascara to blot the tears.
The world cares not for what is inside.
Hide the broken pieces away.
To be worthy of love one must be unbroken . Hide the truth from the light of day.
Smile Porcelain doll with the broken insides. No one cares how it hurts or how deeply you've cried.
Your hair must be brown,eyes of course brown too, your teeth must be white, your ass must sit in your jeanes just right, your boobs must poke out of your shirt but it can't be too tight.
Don't bother the world with the color of your soul .Words are too loud. The colors of them too bright. The canvas they paint is meaningless amongst the deaf.
All the world wishes to see is another porcelain doll.