A/N Sorry about my midnight nonsense

I'm the living statue too many admire. The gleam of my polished surface attracts admiration. Like David, I'm exposed and open, no lies or hidden features; naked for the world. Honest to a fault.
My cracks are becoming visible, more than a hairs width.

Polish and buff it out. Flaws are unacceptable in a beautiful statue.

Fill in the cracks that just keep forming, deeper and wider with every break.

Perfection.

The surface is so smooth.

So clear.

Why doesn't anyone look at the cause?

Just flawed. We can fix her.

Yes. But no.

Some cracks showed the struggle in surviving so long, even with my in-born flaws from the slab I came from.

Such cracks were filled from within, self love sealing the void.

The external glue expands and contracts with the weather over the years, destroying my ground work.

Sometimes...not everything needs fixing from the outside. Patience and understanding can heal.

I can't shatter now that I've survived so much for so long.