Save your sympathy
Everyone's got a sad story.
When I told I'm hurting,
I didn't want you
To look at me.
Like I'm broken,
Like I'm going to break.
I'm not fragile.
I'm not made of glass.
I'm made of marble.
Formed in the fire,
Of life's disappointments.
I'm not cracking.
I'm glowing.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryRandom assortment of poems. Some I wrote for school, and others I just came up with for fun
