Accomplished by the success of ones inner beauty,
perfect to imperfection to the society.
a porcelain smile still lurks around the corner,
fighting of demons as i yell "No More".
why cant i be Normal?
but why would i want to be fake,
try my best as my legs shake.
a smile is presented a cross my face,
feeling cracked and broken in an unwanted place.
I would have already pulled a Mary Poppins them if it wasn't for my son. As 15 years later her mom would admit to the abuse, she encountered when I was a young adult. When I spoke the truths, behind the makeshift dollhouse, they would be left throwing themselves a pity party.