Skin like porcelain,

Hair like silk,

Eyes bright and clear,

Thick, black lashes.

All cover a broken inside,

Smashed porcelain

Glassy eyes

Is how I see myself.

The skin of an imposter Is like a bandage To ensure my bleeding heart, Is only bleeding on the inside.

My heart sobs, My mind reels, But this perfect body, Makes sure nobody will ever know.

Only when I’m alone, Do I finally shatter. The pretty surface breaking open, To reveal an ugly inside.

Only when I’m alone, Do I allow my punctured cracked lips to stop smiling. Only when I’m alone, Do I allow my heart to burst. To reveal what’s beneath the surface.