Porcelain

She opens the door

And walks into her room

Without turning the light on

She walks to the bed

She lies down

Pulls her blankets over her

Buries her face in the pillow

And hides

She wants to cry

But no tears come

The feelings are there

But there's no reaction

She decides to think

Instead of feel

To focus on the thoughts

Instead of the mood

She pushes the blanket away

And sits up

She thinks about them

And nothing else

The weight of the thoughts crushes her

But she thinks them anyway

She misses them so much

But she must remember to breathe

She looks in the mirror

Just a few feet away

She sees her image

But it confuses her

She’s supposed to be thinking, not feeling

But she's crying

And she didn't realize it

And it surprises her

She sees the first tear

Just one, so far

A piece of broken glass

Upon a porcelain face