I can truly relate to this poem in so many ways. Especially when you said you feel like the porcelai dolls with the painted dolls. I felt that exact same way with my daddy. I just came to t he realization that, that's h ow he is and so what. I would not inflict any pain or suffering on myself for attention, but what I did was try to find a replacement. Just be yourself and when you get the courage, just write them a poem or do whatever you need to do to get this off of your chest. I like this poem.