Porcelain Doll

I was a porcelain doll,
I guess I still am, if you count fragments.
I have been stepped on, mistreated and forgotten
All for one instant of joy.
I live to bring joy to people,
but what does that matter, when I am not happy?
You left me in fragments, only pieces of the person I was.
I am missing my cheek where you kissed me,
my eye where I admired you, and
my brain which you somehow made worship you.
I sit in the back of a shelf waiting for happiness,
but you can only do so much when you are simply, just a doll