Porcelain Face
The man with a porcelain face,
wore a smile for many days,
He didn't take it off not once,
wearing it for months and months.
One day he looked in the mirror,
and let himself snicker,
He took of the smile,
and pondered for a while,
What would they think if they saw his face?
would it be disgrace?
As tears flew swiftly down his cheek,
He thought himself a freak.
The man with a porcelain face,
somewhat of a disgrace,
No longer wanted to be pretending,
and just like a painting,
washed the mistake away,
to make himself feel okay.
He drew a new masterpiece,
A brand new face,
That he kept for centuries.
The man with a porcelain face,
walked out of the house barefaced,
Ignoring all the whispers,
That left his ugly face blisters,
The man decided to never again hide,
To help others by his side,
So they don't ever have to hide away,
To make themselves feel okay.
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