Army

Underneath her coat, she is a clean  house with white furniture: 
and beside her an army of the same. Never thought I would be the other: I was the girl who worked hard.

"Equipment failure!" shouts the worker. 

Never expected this: Am I only part of what I was created to be? Or was I created this way, so I could better hear the truth intended? 

I look under my coat: It is a dirty cave.  And no amount of cleaning will make it better.