i look like a porcelain doll

i’m smooth and shinny

my eyes gleam as if the tears were just about to fall

fathers go for me

sure i’ll break in one drop but i’m the nicest one to feel

i come in varies different attire

there’s one in particular they love the most

its laced with ribbons and silk, one’s who looks like it’ll catch on fire

though i like those wool better

im built like a porcelain doll

if you shake me enough you’ll hear a pebble in me

it travels along everywhere yet it never quite reach my head

it gets quite annoying— so what better option is there then to leave?

i’m easy to handle

milk spills can be wiped clean

i look like a porcelain doll

what they love about me the most are my lips

how they’re red, young, and glossed

its one you could never miss

i don’t remember how being in a case feels like

i’ve been a showcase doll forever

i don’t remember how being safe feels like

i’ve been stared for all i can remember

i feel like a porcelain doll

will someone please take me out of this chamber?