“I have a crack”

The porcelain doll gasped

When she saw her reflection

In the window glass

“Dry up those tears”

Said a plush crocodile

“We’re toys. We’re not sad.

We make people smile”

“But what if I break?”

She glumly replied

The bunny clock laughed

“I’ve broken so many times”

“I’ll never be the same”

The doll despaired.

The Barbie sighed,

“Like when they cut my hair?”

“What if it gets worse?

What if someone drops me?”

“I get thrown” scoffed the bear

“You just sit. You have it easy.”

“But maybe” the doll pled

“If we could just get some glue…”

“Good grief” a troll cut her off

“It isn’t all about you”

And so she tried to ignore it

As each day went on

Other toys had been through worse

Complaining was just wrong.

Then, a bump and she toppled over-

One crack became much more

And a thousand little pieces of her

Were scattered across the floor

“How could she be beyond repair?”

“That was barely even a fall!”

None of them realized that that small crack

Would destroy that porcelain doll