sometimes i wish i was molded in steel
the strength of the metal
unwilling to feel
sometimes i wish i was formed of a stone
the hardness of granite
the color of bone
sometimes i wish i was carved out of wood
the beauty of form with
the absence of mood
sometimes i wish i was built out of bricks
the wall between me
and the things i can’t fix
The Replanted Writer 
Excellent. Hard. True.
I really like this.