Behind the porcelain smile
Lies an underlying shame,
A belief that she's not good enough
To play perfection's game.
She listens to deceptions,
That play on her innocence,
'Til she believes she's worthless
And trying harder is the only penance.
No, mistakes are not an option,
They only make her look weak.
She makes sure to choose the option
That will get the approval she seeks.
(Parade that painted smile
And cover all those fears,
Be what they want you to be,
And don't crack your porcelain physic.)
Creak. She slips off the shelf
Some might say by accident,
But the crack in her perfect smile
Is a telltale sign. This was no accident.
