I was birthed to you
Wrapped in silk so new
The way you held me
You hadn’t had a clue
The love you give now so forced not true
like my lungs are sickly
Like I breathe different air than you do

I was always your doll porcelain and fair
Not another of in the world so rare
Dressed me up, styled my hair
never unsound always in your care
“You’re my daughter and my best friend a pair”

But as I grew older found my own skin to wear
Too big to be a doll and fit in your chair
your once awed stare turned into a glare
I became something you were forced to bear
My fractured lungs now complete with a tear

Swaddled in softness now became harsh
you’re words put into my mouth felt so starch
Left the flowers to die thirsty and parched
Here comes falling the golden arch

My father got his sons bold and strong
secret animosity you held because I couldn’t follow along
always gave me the sense I didn’t belong
Somehow my porcelain was now cracked and wrong

**** the color out of my glass
Porcelain now fragile and frail
A doll afraid and pale
“Don’t fail”
“Pay attention to detail”
But am i even put on the right trail

Every time I speak you stuff my mouth with petals
Built a new doll over again with faulty metals
Set up to certain standards, levels
But what is porcelain without proper trestles

a legacy i couldn’t uphold
Ever since you realized you grew cold
You dropped the porcelain and expected it to stay fair and bold
When it broke you left it to rot and mould
Came back to put it back together
then got displeased when it wouldn’t hold
The cracks you caused now something you scold

I’ve learned to speak with my petal stuffed mouth
Broken glass north and south
Learned to live with you thinking I’m uncouth  
Sinking in your words I’m doused

There isn’t a word I can wail to drown you out
Because there’s just more you’ll shout
The shrieks completing my porcelain with a crack
Maybe this once you’ll wash my back

At every dispute you can hear the porcelains crash
The everlasting bruising rash
So ****** and brash

Obligated to love this broken doll by fate
But all you’ll ever show is dislike and hate
The golden spoon laid by a broken plate
In me, you’ve lost all faith

An old doll’s dress unraveling at the hem
A growing flower cut off at the stem
The slipping dress, the doll you now condemn
The porcelain once bright as a gem

But I’ll die your daughter after all
all you’ll ever see is the dropped doll
every time you look at me it’s all you recall
The only thought that’ll ever fall
You still see her so fair and small
After her name forever you’ll call