Grass

Stick straight, stone hard

Fall without a sound.

I break into a thousand pieces scattered on the ground

Head up heart closed

Don't dare to hope.

This falsely fake faux-facade has reached the final rope

Poker face-they'll never know 

the deepest depths you've reached

I dwell in deserts of depression

My desperation's breached

"I'm trying to grow! Don't step on me"

I break before I bend

I'm trampled down and stomped upon

Before I start to mend.