Fragile
We are all built of bubbles,
fracturing with the slightest touch,
seeking an escape from our troubles,
wishing for something real to clutch.
We are all made of glass,
broken with a harsh shatter,
once, only seeing an illusion of class,
wishing for ourselves to truly matter.
We are all built of snow,
melting under the sun’s glare, alone,
changing paths with a gentle blow,
wishing, we had a mind of our own.
Yet, we are also made of light,
able to give those who are weak,
strength to see past society’s blights,
and a voice that dares to speak.
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