I am not made of steel
I am not made of steel I am not made of steal Yet I am always the weak link Like the gold-plated jewelry You drape around your neck So gracefully I break I am like clay Your words shape me Painfully Your actions cut into me Like harsh hands Only meant to break me Maybe I am not good enough Maybe you think of me as cheap stock Because You rip me apart Out of frustration Not being able to mould me into what you want You break me Again And again And again Or maybe I am just scraps Something used Bu
