What Am I? Poem by chantelle ribeiro

I was outside myself today
looking in
seeing the raw emotion
the sad sad eyes
hunched shoulders
And it made me angry
Angry that I lost again
had given up the fight
to be heard
to be me
What am I?
A thing that only exists
when you want her to?
An object of beauty
one minute I am priceless
and the next in pieces on the floor?
Have I no voice?
I'll tell you now
I will not bend
You may hurt me
but I will not stumble
For I am me
I am not here to be stepped on
I am vulnerable and sensitive
But indistructable
I have endured things you can not imagine
And I have survived
Your words may hurt
May rip my heart to shreds
You may laugh behind my back
or judge me for not conforming to your ways
But I shall not budge
I know who I am
I do not know who you think you are