Thursday, 21 July 2011

The Rock

I'm rigid, I'm rough,
I could be smooth.
I'm without emotion.

Without emotion? How could that be? I feel things.

Like a rock, I crack under pressure.
I change over time due to exfoliation and the many lessons human interaction has forced me to learn.

I am defined by my flaws. I am far from perfect, I am human.

Do you even have an idea how useful a rock is?

I'm the one you sit on when all the seats are taken.
The same one you lean on when the world gives you a cold shoulder. 

I am the stepping stone to greatness. 
The one who makes the difference.

They say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Well, I'm as hard as it gets.

Tough love,

The Rock

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