• I am made of porcelain
    A smiles painted on my hollow frame.
    Looked upon and left again
    Feeling lonely and ashamed.

    Just because my smiles shallow,
    I am left without a care.
    Left to worry and to wallow
    In my sorrow and despair.

    What is it like to have a life?
    To live in a happy, loving state.
    All I have ever known is strife
    As I fight against my fate.

    I hate the thought of being controlled
    Like a puppet bound by his strings.
    I just wish to be paroled
    Free from all these wretched things.

    I want my words to leave a trace,
    So others may someday know my pain.
    But there’s a fact I refuse to face,
    That I am made of porcelain.