You Are Too

You are too,

fantastic and beautiful,

charismatic, and undefinitely defined.

You are the sum of your parts,

broken and oiled with the knowledge of a cruel world.

You don't stop. 

But maybe that is because your parts bear in mind the glory of hard work.

Perserverance.... hope.

You are more than you pretend to be.

The act of being, like a clock ticks with not batteries.

You are strong. 

An unknown definition of of of of of.

Blanks are endless, you know it.

Why?

Because you are too.