Dragged in the corner of the room
My porcelain face started to crack
But I was made with eyes that cannot cry
I was given to you as a present
I was a sign of prestige for young girls
But I was put behind the wardrobe
I understand my looks gave you creeps
But my smile was genuine
Yet my stare was far off from this world
I wasn't given a life, only pretty colors
Etched on my skin were features of a human girl
On porcelain skin, I cannot show emotions