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
No sense of gravity
Even with the good
The bad feels so much stronger
My inner demons always win
And in my mind they saunter
So many things
That i've come to hate
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 me down
I am made of porcelain
I look okay but I am breaking down
Over and over again
Over and over.
Stretches and patches
Corrupt my flesh
Slowly eating away
Any confidence that's left
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
I am made of porcelain
Cracking now and then
It wears my down
I am made of porcelain
I look okay but I am breaking down
Over and over again
Oh, over and over.
(Ooo break)
Autor(es): Maia, MAIA XIAO-EN MOREDOCK-TING
