The yelling, the ringing, the shouting, and breaking but I'm the last one standing on the side doing nothing not moving just standing
My eyes are made of glass I'm more fragile than a flower but made of glass, made out of fine china and glass
But I'm human I hide my tears, you do not see me cry because you push me aside to do noting but rot and to collect dust
My body is fragile made of glass imported from another part of the world, my bones are weak but I still manage to stand tall
I'm human I have feelings too I get upset, sad, love,hate, and anything else, I stay still not moving no emotion just watching doing nothing but fine China, nothing but porcelian
People say I have the face of a fine china doll that someone owns and has, their's a girl with a pretty face just like mine but not pale as I though it seems odd and fasinating
I've only seen this glass doll once it's beautiful her eyes sparkle so this is the fine china doll everyone says I look like, this girl looks at me she picks me up from where I lay it seems so silly that this human can look into my blue porcelian eyes that tell a story
This porcelian doll is so unique she's beautiful how can I possibly look anything like this magnificent doll, Why is this young girl looking at me so strangely? Only if I could one day become alive
But I lay her down because she's nothing but a priceless glass fine China porcelian doll
