Cracked PorcelainA Poem by oli the outcasthi! in a way this is about bullying and being the bystander; wanting to help, but not being able to. words destroy us because we are as delicate as porcelain. enjoy!
Ladies and Gentlemen! Look behind this glass.
an ugly puppet girl, broken, cracked. Imperfection, everyone, look at her! Smeared makeup, chubby for sure! the master insults his puppet and the crowd thinks its fun. they all join in, except for one person in the crowd, an escaped puppet boy, with frayed strings, he desperately reaches his arms out. the puppet girl is breaking, falling apart. he wishes he could reach through the glass, to hold her heart. she sees the boy, and wants to reach for him, but sadly, her cruel master forbids. she's almost crumbled away from his hurtful hits. the boy watched in pain as the girl fell away, the girl was just glad to no longer feel pain. the onlookers cheered and the puppet master bowed. and our poor puppet boy turned away from the dissolving crowd. the people stopped laughing and the whole crowd had to go, then the puppet master tipped his hat, and looked for someone else to control.
© 2013 oli the outcastAuthor's Note
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