All the people around me are paper thin.
You can see straight through them with direct light.
They hate it so much, they feel you judging them.

All around me, the paper people fold and tear.
So easy for them to blow one way to the other.

I do not like paper people,
too flimsy to support themselves or others.



I am so thankful for the rock in my life.
Even though he can be moved, he is still strong.
I love him so dearly...