Jumbled Anatomy

I just want to be a shoulder 

Or maybe an ear

Maybe I’m just in the wrong place

Trying to do a job

I’m not seen as fit for 

Fingers can’t be toes 

No matter how hard they try

Who put this mannequin together? 

Glue

Even though

She’s the one breaking

Most of the time

She holds me together

When I cry

She gives me her shoulder

I lie on the resting place

Of her own tears