Statue

Your hammer strikes the nail

Yet it only breaks my scalp

had it been anyone else surely you

would have cracked the skull already.

 

The joke's on you

I am

carved stone, unfinished masterpiece

of an amateur craftsman.

 

The second time you've broken a vein

the quietest volcano eruption

hardly there, still my hair grows damp

 

You strike the third time

still there is no gold.

My creators

 

you should know - I'm a stone cutter's dream

Misshaped and deformed, but solid: pale grey

with so much absence to chisel away.

 

My dears, my loves,

are you proud?

See what I've become?

 

To whomever said

"Give her a concave skull!"

Bravo, truly well done.

 

Masters of art

You've carved a birdbath atop my head

With the weight of your expectations.

 

Author's Note

My poems aren't personal, I swear I'm not a depressed teen. Possibly about a statue, who knows what's going on inside my mind.
I'm interested to hear your opinion.