The Doll's House

Sometimes we pretend we're someone different than who we are. Some people more often than others. And why? It's just to protect ourselves. Nothing wrong with that, is it?
It's just like we're all playing with little porcelain dolls. They all look so beautiful and cute, but they're so incredibly breakable. We do everything we want with them. To put ourselves in a better daylight. The doll is yours en you can make her do and say everything to make her look prettier and better than the other dolls. So she's playing the leading role.
It all seems to be so innocent, but when you know what the fragile, porcelain skin must protect, it isn't that innocent. If you break through the porcelain, you'll meet a little ragged doll. It's weak and ragged because of everything it has been through. Everybody has been through something which gave the ragged doll a layer of porcelain.

For porcelain dolls it's hard to trust someone. It's just because they're so scared that the other dolls will break her porcelain so they look prettier themselves. That's why a doll acts she's stronger to rise herself above others. Or she just keeps aloof, so they don't give any attention and protect her for disappointments.
However, the porcelain does know a lot of misery. Just drop her. Or lisp your words like the devil spits his fire and let her melt and maim. Get to know her true nature and confront her, so it hits her right in the face.
Though the porcelain is actually easy to destroy, it's even easier to create.

Just look at me and you. My porcelain has been casted perfectly and I'm the biggest doll you've ever met. I always thought I were the best doll. It had grown with me for years. I put so many effort in it and refined it. But still... still you knew how to get through. How? To give me feelings I never wanted to feel and others always love to have. I knew you wouldn't let me go and because of that was even closer on me.
I should be grateful, but I'm not. I'm happy with my doll. She protects me just fine. Although, protected. You know my scratches now.
Congratulations for cracking my face.
Know that you should never sit on a porcelain doll. Of course you can hold me, so the splinters just go and never come back. But... realize that you're also sitting on my ragged doll.

©Dominique Storimans