Cracked

Cement, starts out wet and without a form, then is poured into a mold and hardens.
It's expected to stay in that form forever, never deviating, never changing.
Pressure is constantly on cement.
Millions of people walk and drive over it daily, always expecting it to be there underneath them.
Eventually the cement cracks under the pressure, sometimes it turns to rubble.
The commuting people look at it's imperfections with disdain, avoiding the cracks and holes at all costs.
The imperfections get worse, yet nobody try's to help, they just keep avoiding it.
Occatuonally the road may get "fixed," but the same thing happens again.
This is it's cycle of life.
Like the cement, society puts just as much pressure on people.
Always expecting and relying on perfection.
When the person cracks, or shows any sign of imperfection people look with disgust.
Most of them don't offer help, they only avoid the troubled person, just as easily as they would avoid turning down a pothole filled street.
When people do get help, there is only more pressure applied afterwards and the process repeats itself.
I am not perfect, and I can not stay in your mold.
I am cracked, only now I am choosing to be..