They call you porcelain

like a doll

with a perfectly shaped face

white ice skin – no marks or blemishes

dressed for show

oh so fake.

They call you porcelain

like something that will easily crack

something that doesn't belong to this world

something from somewhere – far, far away

not meant for this life

oh so fake

They call you porcelain

like a tea cup

ever so useful; ever so pretty

so small and fragile – so easy to break

meant for pleasure

oh so fake

They call you porcelain

like something precious

something special; something unique

you are meant to be here – still a part of this world

not so fake.