This is actually more a poem (ish?) I don’t know. Something I wrote.
I am not made of clay,
You can’t mold me into the perfect doll.
I am not made of hay,
That blows away with a little wind.
But I am also not made of stone
With an unbreakable heart.
I am of flesh and blood
I will bend, maybe even break
But that’s okay,
Because I’m only human.