I am not,
Strong.
I am not,
Weak.
I break when I look,
Too hard,
And what I find,
Shatters me like glass.
Hot and cold.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
Him
I am not,
Strong.
I am not,
Weak.
I break when I look,
Too hard,
And what I find,
Shatters me like glass.
Hot and cold.