Only Porcelain Poem by Nikita Cheney

Tell me please, what do you see when you look into my eyes? Do you see the sadness? Madness? Or are you like so many fooled by my porcelain mask of lies?
Do you ever wonder how I could so much as manage a smile, let alone do so much to keep y'all cheerful, as my soul dies all the while?
If you even cared to try, you'd never scratch understanding how hard I have to fight, to simply keep up breathing, as I lie awake in bed at night.
And my bets you'll never bother to even notice, or waste your time in asking why, instead eyes I've only porcelain buttons, which have forgotten how to cry.