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
But no longer useful
Maybe I am the weak link
Not up to your standards
Too fragile
Because I break
Again
And again
And again