Broken and Shattered

Broken.
Shattered.
In millions of pieces.
Can someone fix me?
Will I fix myself?
The pieces of the porcelain doll I am,
Are scattered,
And hidden from view.
I can not find them.

I can not hold up this act much longer.
This mask that hides my cracked face.
The costume that hides my broken spirit.
And the act that hides my feelings.

I am not as strong as you think.
I am weak, and terrified.
I am scared, and horrified.

I am showing myself,
From here on out.
I am going to take down this fake me,
And let every one see.
What the world has done,
To the true me.