They're getting deeper and I don't know what to do

it's as if each little line becomes  bottemless and cavernous as it grows more and more every day

I've been so strong all this time

I held the cracks together with just pure strong will fighting the pressures of society

but after seeing the others with the smooth planes without any cracks whatsoever

mine just grow even deeper

I finally just picked up the excess concrete and poured it all in between the cracks

finally I sigh with satisfaction and for a small while I'm appeased

then I hear the dreaded crumbling noise

I hear the concrete filled cracks become even more cracked

I take the concrete and fill it in again and again until I run out

but no matter what I do the surface that was once perceived as smooth is now marred

I give up and look in the mirror one last time

as my tears follow the path of every single crack