I was a delicate porcelain doll:
But at some point
I became broken
And life took its toll.
But they didn’t want to just leave me there,
And a mess,
So they did something kind of weird:
They rapped my cracks in bandages
And it seemed like a success.
But when you’re wrapped in bandages
You don’t quite move the same,
You need supports and movement aids
And you have to change your name.
“Porcelain doll” was incorrect,
That was no longer my role
Instead I was a puppet here
In the place I once called home.
It took some time but eventually
I accepted my new role
I could have tried
To fight for my identity
But really, what was the point?
I moved rather rigidly
The way I was told.
Some days I cried
Dreaming of a different reality
One day when I got old.
But one day, I finally broke free
And put myself together piece by piece
But when I saw my reflection
In the mirror of my selection
I couldn’t help but think
That something about me was missing.
And as I thought
I found myself caught
In a comprehension
I didn’t want to mention:
I really was't sure
Who I was anymore.
And so I'm on a journey
And won't rest until I find
The piece of me I left behind;
The piece that makes me me.