Paralysis. It's rough To the touch. I used to be Made of marble, Now of Broken stone. What happened to me? When did I start to Break? People admire me, But only on the Outside. They don't know Me. Their words mean Nothing. I used to be needed. Now They walk past My useless figure. The scars they Left on me, Only show that I'm unworthy. Thousands of years later, My stone body Falters. Under the remnants Of my past mistakes, Lies a beautiful White. The rest crumbles To the ground, And now I'm Beautiful again. My shiny marble Is back. The real me Is finally back...