Many reasons to hide;
From people those lied;
Many tears to shed;
But wore a mask,
‘Happy’ it said.
I'm not perfect myself;
Just some porcelain doll,
Sitting delicately on the shelf.
Afraid to move,
For a movement can-
Cause me to break.
In the End,
I fell from high.
Regretting for being a 'Lie'.
Asking so many 'Why's?
No answers were heard.
Blocking every word.
I welcomed the death.