don't touch me, for i might crack
don't hit me, for i might break
don't yell at me, for i will shatter
these glass walls hold my porcelain soul,
but cannot protect me from the world
the pain, the love, the hurt—
paint my face the way it should be
a smile and bright red cheeks
i am yours to design
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
don't touch me, for i might crack
don't hit me, for i might break
don't yell at me, for i will shatter
these glass walls hold my porcelain soul,
but cannot protect me from the world
the pain, the love, the hurt—
paint my face the way it should be
a smile and bright red cheeks
i am yours to design
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