Sharp glances

The sharp glances thrown in my direction,
Demanding nothing less of perfection,
Not knowing what they're doing to me,
Despising my reflection.

As I gaze at my reflection,
A mirror complete with deception,
Not caring how I think or feel,
Of porcelain dolls a collection.

Tearing apart my insides,
A mind a body concealed,
A mirror complete with deception,
Another porcelain doll revealed.