porcelain - mxmtoon

My skin is a story

With marks and lines, it makes me feel weary

My face is like a galaxy

With spotty freckle stars and no sense of gravity

But even with the good

The bad feels so much stronger

My inner demons, they always win

And in my mind they saunter

So many things that I’ve come to hate

They line my body and caress my face

I feel so frail and empty too

Like a china tea cup with dried out glue

I am made of porcelain

I’m cracking now and then, it wears me down

And I am made of porcelain

I look okay but I am breaking down

Over and over again

Oh, over and over again

Stretches and patches corrupt my flesh

Slowly eating away any confidence that’s left

And I really wish I wouldn’t let

My appearance dictate how much I fret

Because they say what’s inside is what really matters

But I really can’t seem to ignore

The parts of me that I abhor

It makes me feel like I am weak and battered

I am made of porcelain

Cracking now and then, it wears me down

And I am made of porcelain

I look okay but I am breaking down

Over and over again

Oh, over and over again

Oooooo, oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo-oo-oo

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo-oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo

Oooooo, oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo-oo-oo

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo-oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo

Oo-oo-oooo