China Doll

I am a china doll,
a painted smile on a chalk white face.
My eyes are marbles,
you can’t see through them.
When you tap on me i seem hollow,
but you never know what’s inside.
You can drop me a hundred times,
yet i may not break,
but if i land the wrong way,
pieces of my fragile porcelain will go flying.
It’s no use trying to figure out what’s going on inside my head,
my expressionless hand-drawn face will reveal no secrets.
If you truly want to know what’s inside,
you’ll have to smash me,
and there’s not enough glue in the universe to put me back together.
I am a china doll.

© Marie