Treacherous little cracks Villainous twisting cracks Tracing the lie inside Before the healing can begin Something has to break When you think that you are whole But then you find a crack As one crack leads to another You trace that lying path Until the whole facade collapses Then where will we be? But I could have sworn that I was whole Better off than most At least that is what I thought Not I'm not so sure Porcelain creature So beautiful Will you shatter? Will you hold? Before your story can be told I will need some little gift Something you won't even miss What it is, I think you'll guess