Porcelain Play
You tell me to stop
How can I
When the porcelain play never stops
It has to keep going
For the crowd
Yet, the cracks...
They are slowly taking over
Slowly breaking
my so carefully built play
my life
my happiness
The cracks get bigger, can they see?
no amount of joy can seal them now.
The crowd, it laughs. I'm glad. They don't need to see my cracks
Yet...
Is this the end?
Is this where my porcelain facade finally shatters?
Will this be the final bow? The last act before it ends?
Will I be brave enough to take my last bow?
No..I cannot.
I try to gather my broken porcelain pieces back together, hastily.
I don't care how they are put, as long as they are hiding the scared, frail monster.
I look up at the crowd knowing, tonight won't be the last act.
The show must go on, for now and forever because of my cowardly behaviour. I don't bow.
I finish with a grin, a wide tooth filled grin that is the perfect finishing touch to my porcelain facade.
My perfect disguise.
My beautiful porcelain play
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