Statues
We are statues,
carved out of stone.
Statues made to look,
to feel,
to crumble over time.
No one is built perfect,
for if we were,
then we would feel no pain.
As a statue,
I watch others,
I learn from them,
I find the happiness hidden within.
Over time my stone skin will crumble
to reveal my flaws,
for I am not perfect in any way.
I hope one day that people,
would be just as beautiful in their
statue form as they are underneath.
Statues come,
statues go,
but the beauty within never goes away.
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