Concrete

I am concrete, I am solid

I am as I appear to be

I am your mirror

I am the aged exterior

 

I try, never quite right

a head full of sores and denials

I try, one last goodbye

a house coming down

 

carry, I pull, the weight of our world

where we were, the vacant role

play acting a part of a whole

the missing moments, being torn

 

but I am concrete, I am

hanging on by a thread

the years show, cracked and weathered

all the pieces, held together

 

I am, I am concrete

I, I am what you need

all that you wished I'd me

and what I could have been

Done