I am fragile, don't
Look at me
Your gaze is like a drill,
Invasive and cruel

When your eyes bore into me
I feel forced to do
What is expected
Of me

For you (your stare which condemns me), I dance
On my broken legs
Bend my back until it
Cracks
The painted smile
On my painted mouth
Is the permanent ****** expression of
A contorted porcelain doll