Porcelain Doll, Glass Case 

 I cried each night. 

only then did I dare 

 to let tears of defiance 

 stain my perfect porcelain cheeks 

 dare to imagine 

how it would feel 

to shatter the glass case he kept me in. 

But in the morning, 

I returned to my usual state- 

his girl 

his pretty doll 

an unlikely girlfriend, yes 

but my body could be captured nicely by the camera 

on a cell phone 

when my parents weren't home. 

and I was the only thirteen years old 

who let his

 hands creep onto my pale thighs, although 

I was never one to submit, not until 

they told me I was ugly and no one 

would EVER stoop to date me. 

We posed as a improbable yet happy couple, 

no one questioned. 

I sent a picture, he drove away my demons 

I took off my shirt, he batted away my sorrow 

It was him who trapped me, 

but depression that locked the door