A soft touch of angst

Vulnerability has its own protection, a power and the protection sometimes the times non vulnerable things don't have .

I want to be something easy to break
Made of something like porcelain
The beauty , the shine and value of it all
That makes the carrier of me afraid
Afraid of letting me go , leave those hands
Fall on the ground and break with dread
Valuable enough that people atleast sense
The loss after I've left and is now unkempt
But rather I feel like plastic,
Something very quick and easy to replace
Never comes with the "handle with care"warning
Nd that's why I've been always teared down to shreds
Or sometimes I feel like made of metal
Unbreakable enough that people never bother
I am strong , can never be tamed
But then why I feel like I am burning everyday
"OH you've to burn to be gold" thats what you said
But no matter how much you burn the coal
The darkness within me will always stay
The delicate touch is forbidden and waste
Because even with brutality you'll never break....

Author's Note

What are your thoughts about this?