People are metal We color ourselves silver Or gold or copper We conduct electricity And have the strength to do anything We are resilient enough To be burnt and twisted And live on Fighting against the rust
People are glass Fragile and breakable We open ourselves up Let others shine through us Seeing our true self That is a rare gift A beauty taking more courage Than any could imagine And when we have such courage The irony is that we can be shattered By a simple fall From between tiny fingers
People are wood We bear life And green leaves But cut us down with A sharp bladed axe We burn easy But it's impossible To rid our mark That we leave Smeared in black ashes
People are rubber Bending to the will of others This and that Always bent out of shape Springing to our flattened Normal selves when no one Else is watching Striving, stretching to beauty, Beauty impossible to achieve When all the eyes are on us
People are like paper They crumple and rip and tear And no matter how much You straighten it out The crease is always there They can be bent folded and broken Destroyed beyond repair Damaged from water stains and more From animals beware One sheet alone is strong and weak It can do a lot But wrap a thousand more nearby And suddenly they are unstoppable Able to hold 300 pounds Or more