On the outside-
Polished, an aura
Of quiet dependence 
Am I a porcelain doll
Sitting in a lace dress
My painted shoes
Waiting to get up 
And go?

Am I a puppet
Controlled by invisible
Strings
On the outside
It would seem so 

No
I am a sponge
soaking in the 
endless
ocean of emotions
all around me
It is all a part of me
The good-laughter, simple honest
pleasures
The bad-hurt, jealousy,
manipuation
A doll, they say
A puppet
No
Everything
Is part of me