I am nothing but a broken china doll
Who has been glued back together
With that same, painted on, red-lipstick smile,
Pretending those cracks on my face
Aren't actually there
And that people will just think I'm ugly--
Not that I have been shattered into fragments
And struggled to stay together;
No, I am just ugly, not a survivor,
They'll never see the pain I've felt
And that's okay,
It's better this way,
So I can pretend, as well.