Analysis of Porcelain doll

In pieces I lay, a porcelain doll shattered
My heart, my all, once given now tattered
Hoping you’d tape together what you broke apart.
Left me all alone with a fractured heart

Traumas my tape, my glue,my hold to each part.
Yet the cracks still show, a map of my heart.
Used and broken I sit in despair.
While you seek the flawless beyond repair .

My story’s marked by hidden pain.
You only see the outsides plain.
Tape and glue patch up my breaks.
Yet the cracks still show , for goodness sakes

I’m a porcelain doll, chipped and worn
While you pursue the flawless trend
You in perfection untouched by pain.
Seeking the flawless to repeat again.