I'm crumbling to fucking pieces can't u see?
No, you only see this picture perfect image of me.
Why can't you tell I'm falling apart?
Do u even care about these broken parts?
Is that all I am?
A broken doll?
Are u all just waiting for the last piece to fall?
Or do u see what only u want to see?
A perfect image of a perfect girl?
With perfect grades and perfect curls?
No Anxiety?
No Depression? 
Perfect eyes and blank expression?
In the end
Am I doll on the edge?
Or a doll with neverending lives?
Is everyone waiting for me to break?
So u can mold me into something of your designation?
Or, has it already happened?
Am I puppet of someone else's creation?
Designated to fail?
Or was that something of my own design?