On the outside I'm a warrior,
Tough and strong.
But on the inside I'm made of glass,
Thin and frail.
Like a porcelain doll I could break at the smallest touch.
But I can't let that show,
For them it would be too much.
I have to be a warrior ,
Tough and strong.
I have to be the unbreakable one when something goes wrong.
But on the inside I'm tearing at the seams,
Cracking like glass.
Fracturing complete.
I'm no warrior,
I'm a porcelain doll.
Hiding behind my fractured armor,
Desperately holding on.
If not for me then for those I hold dear.
But the question is,
Do they even need me here?
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Poems at play
PoetrySimply a series of poems I have written depending on my mood at the time.
