The Porcelain DollHer pretty glass eyes convey no feeling.The mask she wears is all she knows.Sadness strikes, she gives a vacant smile.Happiness comes, it still does not falter.Everything is nothing to the poor little thingAnd everyone is nobody in her heart.Little girls play with the delicate womanPretending she is their best friend.They idolize the porcelain dollAnd beg her to give in to their every whim.Never has one been able to answerBut still the little girls plead.How is it that this emotionless toyCan receive such pure adoration?For when these girls grow past adolescence,They cannot view the doll the same.For it is nothing they find in themselvesAnd everything they see in the world.
Charity Case He sits alone, watching them build up their false hopes and dreams with disdain. How he pities these fools who leech the mortality from the good and willing. Will they ever forge their own path, alone? Will they ever repay the debts they continually increase? They beg for mercy from those of greater values and look down on those who do not give.