My fear

I am the stone that we all wish to be 
I do not fall and I do not break
As I walk on my tippy toes to avoid the broken glass of my life
My ankles grow tired and sore 
But if I rest, my feet will spill out blood 
And I will let out a scream 
Shattering the stone in half 
People would look at me different 
They would see the inner crystals shine 
And the rough edges 
I am scared of this fact 
Either I blind them from my rough edges 
By letting my crystals shine so bright 
Or I present the imperfections of my life 
The things that we all keep tucked away under our rug 
Or I stay on my tippy toes and mind my own business 
 
 

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