Marble, We are Not

I'm not a god.

I've just learned to act like one.

Not perfect at everything.

Just perfect at pretending.

So don't acted confused,

Don't pretend to be lost.

I'm just a human being,

with human tendencies.

Doubt and fear.

Hope and certainty.

I live locked,

in captivity to all.

I do my best,

and so do you.

To live beyond,

such petty things.

But a heart is made,

of things unlike stone.

Dissimilar to things,

Solid and stoic.

And so we try,

to touch another's soul.

But our faults and despair,

make cracks in our perfection.

So, I will stand,

alone, upon the shores.

A statue carved of perfect stone.

With a heart, riddled with cracks.