I'm cracking under pressure,
Spidering glass.
If I drop, then I will break.
The glass may turn back into the sand.
The sand may return to earth.
The earth so dry,
The rain barely coming down.
I stand statuesque,
I stand carefully,
I don't want to budge.
Friends try to patch the broken pieces.
Comfort in my tears, alone.
Tears stream down unfixed cracks.
Within myself and I cannot bear it.
I shatter more with glassy tears.
I melt to the ground,
Lying down as the sun goes through me.
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