I walk around stiffly, a porcelain doll who can't bend I might break if I move too fast, something might shift and crack Flakes of skin colored ceramic fall around my ankles Something has shifted in my abdomen and tumbles around I remember being brand new, fresh out of my collector's box My features shiny, my hair with bouncy curls, my shoes perfectly fitted Now my seams are ripped and I've lost my shine Hair has straightened and slippers lost along the way My button nose has a chip and one of my fingers has been slain I don't breathe too much because I fear the disturbance it might incur I do not trust my porcelain to protect me anymore.