Mama I’m not your doll.

There are cracks in the glass of the skin that you forged by hand.

The painted on smile that left my face looking happy,

Has peeled away into what now stands before you.

The beautiful bright green eyes have been darkened and damaged.

Can’t you see it mama?

I’m no longer the doll that you created to be perfect and untouched.

The clear glass case you have put me in has been tainted and harmed.

What was meant to keep me safe is shattered due to the world around me

And the skin you have given me is burned and bruised.

All that is left is the shell of a perfect little doll.

There is nothing there, mama.

What you built was not meant to last

You had to know that some day the world was going to shatter your perfect little doll.

That’s what this world does,

It shatters glass, rips flesh apart, and burns the beauty of the world

Until there is nothing left but blood covered glass sitting on top of the ashes of what was never

going to last.

Mama, I’m not a doll.

I’m flesh and bone and blood and sweat.

I was meant to be touched, and not like I’m glass....

Mama I’m sorry but I shattered the glass prison you placed me in.

I had no other choice, you didn’t build it with windows and a door,

I was suffocating in your own creation.

The cracks were caused from the outside and let the evil seep in.

It damaged me and left my perfect skin cracked.

You couldn’t have saved me from the evil of the world.

That wasn’t what you were meant to do.

You were just supposed to be there and walk with me through the gates of hell,

On this journey we call life.

You were meant to be there after the flames died down and the voices ceased to tell me

everything was going to be okay.

But instead you tried to shield away the doll you made from a human.

You never even saw any of this coming,

You stood outside my coffin as if I was snow white and still thought I was perfect porcelain.

But I’m sorry mama, I’m not glass.

I was meant to be touched.

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