Titanium
I fancied myself titanium
Built the walls up nice and high,
But I never knew a metal
Could ever want to die
Maybe I’m a statue, fashioned from hard steel
But cuts bring blood not scratches,
And their words strike skin that’s real
An alloy cannot know this pain, for alloy cannot feel
I’m a copper shield in wartime,
The enemy; our kind
Copper guards the heart from arrows,
But can’t save it from the mind
I guess that after all I’m human,
A person formed from flesh
Words and lies leave scars,
I am a human mess
Our bones will snap and bruises form,
To prove that we are real
We hate ourselves and hurt ourselves,
Still human hearts will heal
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