The China Doll
The China Doll
She lives each day
As they want her to be
Smiling and capable
And happy is she
Wife, Mother and Grandma
She knows her roles well
But how she is really
They never could tell
A life full of acting
Of playing the part
Hiding her reality
Deep down in her heart
Alone in her room
In the dead of the night
She cries while alone
And there's no one in sight
She sobs for the days
She denied her real self
She sobs for the times
She gave in to everyone else
Next day there she is
So perfect and fine
Her mask back in tact
Just like every other time
As a wife she is steadfast
As a mother she's always there
And even when tired to
Her Grandkids she always cares
It's only in slumber
At night in her dreams
The mask is thrown aside
As she releases silent screams
Come daybreak with mask intact
Ignoring the void within her soul
As the family start to wake
She is there, the china doll.
© TRIZIA 2006
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