The chisel never stops picking away at you

            From the clay you came, and then existence grabbed you

            And from then on you were condemned for your nature

            Yelling at the skies for your conviction and sentence,

            Wondering why you had been made to crack so easily .

     You are aware that you are not alone right?

           You break no more easily than the arthropods or the others

           Yet you can not see theirs, as noticeably as yours

           You are imprisoned like a gnat trapped in a bottle;

            But in the time when we are at most broken down

            Sharing our scars is our strength.