Porcelain Doll

I don't rhyme, so... deal with with it.

I'm ready to be done,
I want to be finished.
The tears are buiding up,
Nowhere to release.
Becoming too comfortable,
With this person I'm not.
I feel like a porcelain doll
about to break.
So instead of escaping,
I try to put on more layers,
But when I fall,
the hurt will be so much,
all the extra layers will break
and tear my heart.
I want to hide,
I want to go away.
But I'm too scared.
I'm comfortable here.
Not wanting to confront.
I'll stay in my 'doll'.
Hoping, praying, that I won't fall.