Her Porcelain Face

I have moments when I break and cry
Known only to my mind
There are times when I hold no pride
And die a little inside

But not as often as that broken China doll
Her clothes cling drenched in her sobs
Heavy like winter rainfall
And countless like lost jobs

The tears leave tracks along her white face
Head hung low, walking without grace

They cannot be wiped away
Every new day brings her dismay

Her Porcelain Face

Keanna

Joined April 2011

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This is actually about my older sister. She was going through a stage where she couldn’t handle a lot of things and ended up crying a few times a day. Thankfully, she has grown out of that stage and is quite happy now.

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