A Porcelain Monster (poem)

For so long I felt like a porcelain monster,

an unchangeable bringer of pain,

on my shoulders an ever-growing world of guilt,

a weight that threatened to shatter me.

But just as I seemed to fall to pieces,

you told me it's alright if I don't know what I need,

that it's alright if I still feel,

that it is what it is.

It was as if the porcelain fell off,

only to reveal me underneath the facade,

and the world of guilt breaking apart,

leaving me free and light once more.

For so long I felt like a porcelain monster,

a fragile but dangerous terror,

but I'm just a man,

a man who feels and makes mistakes.

-Zero