• little porcelain doll hanging all alone on your shelf
    isolated from all other toys
    bitter smile plastered on your face

    when all you really want to do is cry
    cry spiteful heart-shattering tears

    little porcelain doll
    you're so fragile, so pathetic, and oh so melancholy
    your arms, lame against your once stunning dress

    your once delicate features
    your make up, your cloud- like hair,
    even your once joy-filled eyes have become worn

    the days of being admired by your child
    having her cuddle you, share secrets,
    and even throw you in the air, only to catch you,
    as if reassuring you that she would always be there for you

    those times of happiness- gone
    disappeared, like that of your true smile the joy in your eyes

    Little Porcelain Doll you have been discarded
    what's it like to be broken?