Revenge seeker,
The nostalgic performer,
And resilient flower full of everlasting hope
Support the lovely figurine
Resting on her shelf.
Long hair of softest silk
And two emeralds glistening
Set in her pretty face
Loving and hating
Unwanted protection
From lovers and loved,
Her curtain from the world.
She sees them
They see illusions
She is brushed by a careless hand
And she is falling, falling,
Crushed and shattered.
Broken and begging for help
She pieces herself together
And goes on,
No longer porcelain but diamond.