I Can't Be Broken...I Already Tried

It's not easy.
I should have only lasted
a couple of weeks.
I wasn't born strong.
Or maybe I was,
born solid,
but carved weak.
Yet, years later,
I'm still here.
The carvings,
still here.
God knows I have my moments.
I often find myself to be
behind the shavings.
But I guess the sharp edges
couldn't reach the center
because I'm
still here.