When I was younger I thought adults were made of armor.

Skin so tough no one could harm them.

They knew everything, they couldn’t be stopped.

My eyes beamed at the sight.

I couldn’t wait to be taller, stronger, and smarter.

 

Then I grew up and realized how delicate their armor was.

When I had to be the backbone for my father

Tears dripping down his cheek for the first time

When he slapped me across the face.

Please, no, I don’t want to hurt you like my father.

 

He wept, and I felt his glass armor beginning to break

Falling to the floor.

How silly I was to think adults were made of something stronger.

 

We are HUMAN.

 

We are all imperfect doing the best we can

In a world where you turn on the TV and see a convicted man.

I wanted to be someone big, change all these flaws,

Yet here I am, I guess I can’t fix them all.

 

I have made mistakes,

Took one too many drinks.

Walked home alone, even though I know I shouldn’t be on my own.

Classic case.

These are high stakes.

 

I thought the world was a perfect place,

But I can’t not answer my phone

Making my parents think I am dead, and alone.

 

Still the kids I babysit look up at my armor

And they can’t wait to one day be taller, smarter, stronger.

I wouldn’t say the world is a disaster

But kids you must know this armor has been

Dented,

Scratched,

And

Shattered.

 

The world is beautiful,

But it has many flaws

Too many to say them all.

Yet, I am who I am because I am strong.

 

My muscles are not big

And I am not tall.

I would say I am smarter,

But not smarter than them all.

 

Sometimes I go left when I should go right,

Sometimes I trust others who bite.

My armor has been wounded,

But I am who I am because I am strong.

 

I love those who are kind, without any tricks.

I laugh more than others do.

I smile at a stranger passing by,

Sometimes I even say hi.

Because even in a world where armor is thick

We all know that something has penetrated it.

 

We are all HUMAN

 

And I am who I am because of these things.

Yet, I don’t let these negative memories define me.

I just know I’m not alone.

In a world that is now taking place over the phone

I try to put it down, just so I can see

Maybe what we all need

Is someone to help glue back together

Our shattered glass armor

That none of us can see.