About a thousand thoughts are going through my head
Not one of them I can process
Not one I can finish
I feel as fragile as a porcelain doll
Barely drop me and I’ll shatter
Sit me on a shelf and I’ll stay there
Quiet
Emotionless
Waiting for someone to ask what’s wrong
But I wouldn’t know how to answer
What is wrong?
Is it me?
I hide my emotions like a secret
If I didn’t, then I might be dying
So how do I answer?
“Nothing.”
People say I am beautiful and light
Maybe beautiful, yes,
but dark on the inside
I haven't seen the light for years
Compare me to an old china cup
Still and beautiful
Sitting in an old glass cabinet
With old china plates
You will see no differences
The inside of the cup
Hollow
Empty
Use me every now and then
Then put me back in my cabinet
©unown_poet
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