I am afraid to be soft.
Soft people, like flower petals,
Are easily crushed.
I want to be small and hard,
Sharp, like a thorn,
Quick to draw blood.
“So You Can’t Crush Me” (138/365)
I am afraid to be soft.
Soft people, like flower petals,
Are easily crushed.
I want to be small and hard,
Sharp, like a thorn,
Quick to draw blood.