A porcelain doll, in battle armor expected to fight, with none the wiser to the cracks forming beneath the metal plates.

Not as strong as everyone wants... but hiding it so well they will never know. "What does not kill you makes you stronger", a proverb repeated till it is ingrained into her being. Imbedded so deep she believes that’s how she has to live.

so the battles she fights, till she’s left with no one to help but her own glass skin, alone, forgotten; and still, she fights on. For stronger is what she must be... she must...

A porcelain doll, in battle armor... falling down shattered inside, but no one understands why.