Poor little thing,
Your weakness lies within your strength. 
Presenting as a monument,
So strong and assuring,
No one bothered checking 
For those cracks in the porcelain. 
They saw the sculpture 
But not the fragility of the material. 
If only you had been a little more 
Shaky, 
A little less sound.
A second sooner,
Someone might have caught you
Before you crumbled.