I'm like the cracks you find in concrete
The ones that form during freezing weather
After water slowly seeped underneath the street
Then that water froze.
The concrete rises
Sometimes cracking, sometimes creating a bump.
These unwanted flaws in the perfect concrete, are me.
They are covered in piles of like material
In attempt to make the street pretty again.
But eventually these cracks are fixed
The bumps are removed.
I am these cracks and bumps.
I have been covered by other people
Better people.
But eventually, people will get tired of me,
And my removal will come
I see it.
And it's coming soon.
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