Clay

Although it may not seem like it, I am clay

I can change, mold into something new, and stay that way

Due to the environment around me I could be grey

Or be something beautifully shaped, the next day

 

Everything that happens around me, changes my shape

Everything from a devastating heart break to a little scrape

I learn my lesson, and never again make that mistake

But also like clay, nothing can make me break.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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