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