I am the one who can see that under your tough exterior, you are made of glass,
Others and yourself, hold you on a fragile pedestal,
But one day I hope that the wood will rot, and you come falling down,
Then you will lay on the ground like a shattered eggshell, but all the king's men won't be able to put you back together,
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, Ros.