i am made
of
cracked
porcelain
haphazardly glued
back together
but i think they did it wrong
if
this
is how i am
supposed
to be, then
why
am i here at all?
my emotions
leak
through the cracks
they make a mess
of everything i brush past
i cannot be too rough
or i will crack again
and
i am
running
out
of
glue