everyone is fighting a battle.

individuals, all made of metal
still, they are soft and breakable
everyone has a spot where pain leaks
mostly it happens when truth speaks
don’t mix it up with weakness
the word I’m searching for is uniqueness

everyone is fighting a different battle.
sometimes it makes us feel like metal
we are hard, and still so soft
just like a tulip, like every petal

- gio, 01.03.2019