Keep perfect posture. Stay on your toes. That's all I hear every day.
All anyone sees is my flawless porcelain skin, my perfect posture, the lavish detail in my clothing. There's so much more to me though. No one sees beneath. My heart is breaking every day, and no one seems to care.
I don't know how much longer I can stay imprisoned.
I want someone to shatter the globe that holds me captive, but like I said, no one knows my heart is shattering, just like I will if anything goes wrong.
It's apparent. No one will. I'll have to summon all my courage. Maybe I can break free. Maybe the key is in me. Maybe it's been there all along.
Here goes nothing.