porcelain

My skin is a story
 With marks and lines, it makes me feel weary
 My face is like a galaxy
 With spotty freckle stars and no sense of gravity
 But even with the good
 The bad feels so much stronger
 My inner demons, they always win
 And in my mind they saunter
 So many things that I've come to hate
 They line my body and caress my face
 I feel so frail and empty too
 Like a china teacup with dried out glue
 I am made of porcelain
 I'm cracking now and then
 It wears me down
 And I am made of porcelain
 I look okay but I am breaking down
 Over and over again
 Oh, over and over again
 Stretches and patches corrupt my flesh
 Slowly eating away any confidence that's left
 And I really wish I wouldn't let
 My appearance dictate how much I fret
 Because they say what's inside is what really matters
 But I really can't seem to ignore
 The parts of me that I abhor
 It makes me feel like I am weak and battered
 'Cause I am made of porcelain
 Cracking now and then
 It wears me down
 And I am made of porcelain
 I look okay but I am breaking down
 Over and over again
 Oh, over and over again