Broken

Break…
My skin is cracked, black lines appearing on my cheek….
The mirror tells no lies….
My skin crumbles and chips as I speak…
Break…
My refection is my only friend…
Why must they laugh at me?
They mock me, and hurt me….
Breaking…
Should I hide myself from the world?
No one will love my face...It's all people care about nowadays…
What is beauty? Why does it matter to anyone?
Breaking….
Just like a porcelain doll, I am fragile…
The doll's chisel winks at her, glittering in the dim light of the room.
I can hear them laughing…
Broke…
The doll's eye falls and shatters.
Red tears stream down my face…
I cannot see anything to my left now…
Broke…
More chips and cracks appear on the doll's cheek.
My face peels, showing an angry red…
The doll puts her chisel down.
I know no one will ever love me…
Nothing except beauty matters anymore…
I can still hear their angry, hateful laughter….
The doll falls and breaks.
No one…will love me…
For I….am Broken….