weak and fragle

im fragle,
but so are a million of other people in the world.
but they treat me like...
like im hard as a rock
but im not.
if i am, well im well chisled.
im left to weather away.
in the cold, the wet and the dry seasons.
some people are unfair to there children.
when ever there having a bad day they might take it out on the eldest.
im fragle.
they know that
im broken, instead of being a nice strong dimond rock,
im one of those rocks that are used to patch up holes on the road.
there kids feel so pressured.
they dont know what to do.
there stressed.
they just yell in there head over and over again feeling the pain knot up in there throats.
they yell yet no one comes.

how sad, how frangle i am