Pocelain Doll (Its Really Long, Almost A Story) Poem by Fallen Pixie

I am covered in glass to hide my inner shell,
yet my glass is breaking, I can not keep
this act up forever.
I want to shed my outer layer and show
you my inner, yet every time I go
to break free something stops me,
something tells me no.
I am scared you will not be able to accept
the me who is really me.
I fear you will run in disgust of what
lies underneath the breakable surface.
So I slowly break of a piece to see
how you will react.
I become tense as I sense your reaction.
Bit by bit I break my outer layer off,
as I show you the raw truth of what is me.
Can you handle it?
Will you understand the person
I really am?
Will you still be able to love this not so
perfect person, now that her shell is gone?
I stand before you naked and bare for
my shield is on the ground before you.
My tears begin to run down my face,
as I search your face for some kinda of reaction.
What will I find?
What will I see?
I see nothing, I don’t know if that is good
or if that is bad, yet only time can tell.
I pick my pieces off the ground and put
them in my box labeled HELP.
I slip them into my pocket for I do not
know if you will accept me.
If you do not, I will not be able to sustain
the blows you deal without my outer layer,
and even though it looks breakable it is strong.
I hope you will accept me but something
deep inside tells me that you will not be able to?
As I open my eyes, I realize that
I have already put my layer back on.
My questions answered through my thoughts.
So until the day that I feel I can show you
who I really am, I will stay your porcelain doll.
I will be the person you think you know
o’ so well.
I will hide my inner layer, until one
day I can shed it forever and throw
my HELP box away.
Until then thank you for your cooperation,
and welcome to the cover up story,
made up of glass.