Why do I crumble so easily?
Give in when my will says no?
I tell myself to be strong,
But I don't want to anymore,
I want to be weak, and have
Someone else be strong for me,
But that is not the image I created for myself.
I built my mold, society casted it,
Permanent and solid as stone,
I can't crack it without breaking myself.
I don't want to break,
Because,
If I do,
I will never be able to pull the pieces together alone,
And no one wants something that is broken,
So no one will help me,
And I’ll remain,
Forever shattered