porcelain

My skin is a story
With marks and lines
It makes me feel weary

My face is like a galaxy
With spotty freckle stars
And no sense of gravity

But even with the good
The bad feels so much stronger
My inner demons, they always win
And in my mind they saunter

So many things
That I’ve come to hate
They line my body
And caress my face
I feel so frail
And empty too
Like a china tea cup
With dried out glue

I am made of porcelain
Cracking now and then
It wears my down

And I am made of porcelain
I look okay but I am breaking down
Over and over again
Oh, over and over again

Stretches and patches
Corrupt my flesh
Slowly eating away
Any confidence that’s left

And I really wish
I wouldn’t let
My appearance
Dictate how much I fret

Because they say what’s inside is what really matters

But I really can’t
Seem to ignore
The parts of me
That I abhor

It makes me feel like I am weak and battered

‘Cause I am made of porcelain
Cracking now and then
It wears my down

And I am made of porcelain
I look okay but I am breaking down
Over and over again
Oh, over and over again