Porcelain Doll (version 1)

In the dark corner of my room lies a porcelain doll.
Her smile plastered on her delicate face, fake.
Her eyes ever so bright, showing her painted illusion.
Her dress envelops her, beautiful on the outside.

Rejected in her corner, the porcelain doll casts shadows.
Staring at me, her smile forever plastered.
Staring at me, her eyes following my every move.
Immobilized, she watches me night and day.

In her corner, she accumulates dust as years go by.
Still watching me, analysing me throughout my life.
Knowing my weaknesses, knowing my strengths.
Knowing who I really am, my identity stripped.

She sees my cries, emotions written on paper.
She hears my silent screams, echoed in the night.
She sees what other don't, only she knows me.
Rejected in her dark corner, she silently watches.

*never had a porcelain doll... they freak me out too much lol