am i beautiful?

I'm only beautiful
until you can look right through
my thin veneer,
revealing myriad pools of
glistening tears.

I'm only beautiful
until I shatter,
slowly falling down
making intricate designs
on the linoleum floor.

I'm only beautiful
until you place me
on the shelf,
slowly collecting protective dust films
though my glassy eyes.

I'm only beautiful
until you see
I'm crystalline.