If my skin is made of paper
then my tears are broken glass
and I don't mind the chipping
of the porcelain
as it cracks

and I can't stop the bleeding
like I can't stop the rain
so regardless of who's screaming
I am not to blame

Strength is only measured
in the width of my painted laugh
and I can only smile
as they try to break my back

and I have built my skin
to stand in the pouring rain
so might this flimsy,
paper doll
never break or tear again