Porcelain Doll

I found myself a porcelain doll
It shone like sadness in the dark
I kept it where no eyes could reach
It kept me when the world turned stark

I'd gaze into its flawless face
And watch myself neglecting shame
Its languid lips could speak no truth
Its measured eyes could show no blame

It shattered in a thousand screams
Held up against the heartless light
Now all my days are mockeries
With all my wrongs disguised as right

Simon Freedman

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