I'm not a doll
I don't break
I don't shatter like glass
My skin is pale
I'm covered in scars
My head is pounding
My lungs are giving
I'm not breaking
I'm dying
I'm not shattering
I'm suffering
Now think before you speak
Do I look like a pretty little doll falling from a glass cabinet
I think not
I am suffering
Not breaking
Not shattering
