Pristine

I can tell you what you want,

You want someone unbroken,

A pristine person.

You don't like me when I'm 'her'

Who ever would? 

Though you hold me up,

You tear me down. 

Every missed plan,

Each time you look my way. 

Despite what you choose to believe,

I understand the look, 

The meaning of your stares.

When you look away, I feel it. 

The disappointment mounting.
I wish I could be pristine porcelain, maybe then

You'd stop staring at me like I'm broken.