I wear my porcelain mask

To hide it all away

No one looks twice when seen that perfect face

All they see is a doll

An item to be sold

An item to be bought

I wear a porcelain mask

To hide it all inside

At first glance it looks a perfect face

Time goes on

They never look for cracks

Creeping through the china

I wear the porcelain mask

To keep it all at bay

Some one must have see the cracks upon that face

They grow larger as it tries to escape

Children run, they look away

Now they look twice

I wear that porcelain mask

To keep it in my head

It's falling apart, no gold can fix

That last piece has fallen

It all came out, you hear my voice

Now they see what's under that porcelain prison,

The porcelain prison in which I was forced to be

My heart is under lock and key,

no need to look for me

Don't start to flirt,

don't want either of us to get hurt

Please don't get close,

I'm like a ghost

I go unseen

I'm an inconspicuous bein’

And if you can, it can only be assumed,

you’re doomed

People say that, in life, we are birds

When our wings break, we are done for

We are stuck

We are not able to “experience life at its fullest”

But I ask you.

What about the Kiwi?

The Ostrich?

The Emu?

The Penguin?

And 53 more,

They never fly in the sky,

They are bound to the ground.

They make due with the hand they’ve been deal,

So why can’t we?

I speak the language of the trees

Their language has no words

Just the twirling of limbs

In a language unheard

Aided by the benevolent breezes,

And ghastly gusts.

I speak the language of the trees

I can translate and talk back

But I do not speak for them,

They have voices of their own

That you can understand too,

If only you would stop to listen.

We are partners in crime.

Where there is one,

There is the other

My obsidian eyes have hidden depths,

Secret knowledge yet to be shared

And just because hers are moss,

Doesn’t mean she can’t give a good death glare.

We have learned how to decipher lies,

No matter the disguise.

We are partners in crime,

The yin and the yang

Where there is one,

There is the other

Her golden brown hair,

May reflect the sun, without a care,

While it turns my brown black into burning asphalt.

We ricochet ideas off each other, enough to blow the roof,

Our seemingly endless plots and schemes are foolproof.

We are partners in crime,

The yin and the yang,

Two peas in a pod

Where there is one,

There is the other

We are the oldests,

Though we look nothing alike,

We share the same blood

We keep the others in line,

But we are not heroes, nor saints, nor cops stopping crime.

We’re more like pirates,

We’d hand you in while stealthily sneaking our own plunder.

We are partners in crime,

The yin and the yang,

Two peas in a pod,

The Jekyll and Hyde

Where there is one,

There is the other

The only question is…

Who’s who?

The people in my life could be compared to myths and lore,

Legends, tall tales, and so much more.

My fathers like Aslan,

My mothers the queen whose a pharaoh,

With my sisters,

One would outsmart Rumpelstiltskin

The two others born with sirens songs,

All with selkies coats

As for my friends,

There's a child of Athena,

Another’s a princess who can and will save herself.

There's a Robin Hood and trickster fae,

And one who says she’s a hopeless romantic,

a bit like Juliet, in a way.

I have long talks with a lion,

I help the pharaoh rule

I am Hyde to help Jeckel with the gold-spinner,

I tie myself to the mast to listen to sirens songs

I help chase away spiders,

I tell princes to go home

I pickpocket the rich,

I help plot at mushroom circles

I will try to be a wiser friar for this Juliet

I will do my best to fulfill each promise,

I will swear an oath,

I will make it my quest

I will do all I can,

As a old knight in rusted armor