I grow tired of being weak
Always looking up to people even though they view me obsolete
I grow tired of being afraid
Trembling at the knees as eventually I collapse into the dust I am
Blowing into the wind
Viewed as nothing more than a nusiance to society
Broken I stand or at least I attempt to
But I just fall breaking apart as the lightning strikes the ground
Hardening me turning me into glass
Fragile and invisible
Yet sharp because I still have strength to protect myself
I am strong
Stronger than ox charging alone
I am brave
Braver than the African lion pouncing on its pray
Try and ******* away now
Try and keep me from being this way