The Masquerade Crew

Four dolls were made All beautiful and painted Sisters of porcelain The first doll was bought Put on a shelf and adored Never knew a crack to her exterior Three dolls remained All different but fragile And fragile dolls crack The second doll would crack badly She'd show off her cracks and scream Then they would disappear as though they never exist Three dolls remained All dealing with fragility Two frightened and bothered by the second The third would get cracked She'd show off her cracks and cry Then denied she ever did worse Three dolls remained All faced with a fragile frame Two in a world of their cracks The fourth doll would crack but would cover their cracks with makeup So no one knew they were in need of care And thus they became invisible Three dolls remained All plagued to be fragile Two warped with attention One hating to be like them but wishing they could