Slowly yet quickly
The pressure begins to build
The weight, becoming too much
My cracks begin to show
Every flaw, every wrong turn
Is evident in my face, my skin, my eyes
There's no avoiding them
Everyone stares
They finally see the real me
But the question is
Who is willing to stay
Who is willing to fix me
The poor little egg
Who couldn't bear the weight
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
Slowly yet quickly
The pressure begins to build
The weight, becoming too much
My cracks begin to show
Every flaw, every wrong turn
Is evident in my face, my skin, my eyes
There's no avoiding them
Everyone stares
They finally see the real me
But the question is
Who is willing to stay
Who is willing to fix me
The poor little egg
Who couldn't bear the weight