"You look so rough on all edges."
"I'm very sharp."
"You look really tough!"
"Of course, I am tough."
"Wow, you're so strong!"
"Definitely!"
"Can I touch your heart?"
"Erm, no it's uhhh quite sharp so-"

There goes, a facade crumbling down.
Never knew, you'd be found so torn.
Always thought you're like a rock.
But all it takes was just a knock.
Why do you stand so still?
So tall like a hill.
Barely see you face to face.
Always seem to avoid our ways.
Couldn't look into your eyes,
As you hide those hidden fights.
You're not a rock,
And it's okay.
You don't always have to act like one.
It's fine being a fragile rock sometimes.