A plastic visited a metal factory, it melted
It tried to survive but he's just not built for it
Went home sweating and disappointed
Not for himself but to the one who made him.
Plastic tried to fit itself in a metal shoe
Yet he's made to proud the crowd of wares
Continuously melting, it lost its hue
On the metal's house not on his lair.
To see the weakness from me on you
And neglect the strength in me from mine
Wear the robe that's built for you
And I'll wear the cloak that's best for mine.
It's not about giving up easily
I humble you but shame on me
In your melting point, I'm intimidated
I'll support your trophies,
So celebrate with my little victories.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
