Drywall Heart

I've been sanded, shaped, and scored. Every layer hides the one before.

Cracks beneath my painted skin. You won't see the mess I've been.

My makeup's mud with primer. Holding up a thin divider.

Tape my seams so you won't know how deep the empty spaces go.

The hammer hits that brace again. Another dent beneath a grin. I've got a

drywall heart. When I get cut, all you get is dust.

Plastered over every part. Trying to hold, but crumble with trust.

You can sand me down, smooth me out. I'll still fall apart.