Glass and Titanium

A fragile soul,
too ill to last.
A damage mind,
from a brutal past.
Then bullied at school,
ground down to her knees.
Twitches and tics just another reason to tease.
This girl made of glass,
so delicate and fragile.
Sadness in her eyes, never known to smile.
Where did she go? Where is she now?
Did she survive?
Did she escape somehow?
No she's still here, she's still here inside.
She's always been here.
Still scared, still afraid, still terrified.
I am her protector.
I make sure she's alright.
You don't see her at day,
she only comes out at night.
It's the Parkinson's curse.
It searchs your subconscious mind.
Any nightmares and weaknesses.
Mr P will always find.
But I will look after her,
defend her for ever.
As I'm made of titanium, granite and leather.
I was created in a pyre,
strengthened in the hottest fire.
Taught to battle and fight.
Taught to put wrongs to right.
To defend the helpless and weak
and shout out for those unable to speak.
We are one and the same,
we will always be together.
Two different halves,
joined eternally forever.