Standing Tall

Okay, so the thing is- I'm not much of a poet. I just never understood the whole concept of it, and decided to just stick to short stories. But for my Honors English class, we were assigned to write poems. I wrote this one here and would really love some feedback on it because I have no clue what I'm doing! Punctuation and grammar are a major detail that needs to be at least somewhat correct, so I'd like to ask for help on that as well. I'd like some feedback as quick as I could possibly have it though, because this is due by the end of the week.
PLEASE HELP ME!  :o :o
Sincerely, Brie


A bridge standing tall,
built strong, seeming sturdy.
The life above is kept safe-
it doesn’t let them down.
The water that flows under
will never slow its pressure.
Still, the bridge holds them.
 
Time passes, the bridge gets tired.
It starts to give in, starts to quake.
The bridge has had enough,
the force of the flowing water too much.
It collapses and it falls,
drowns in the water below.
 
A crowd gathers near the ruins.
They wonder how, they wonder why.
That bridge seemed so tough,
looked so flawless.
But nobody bothered to look close enough
to see the small defects in its design,
to notice the cracks in its surface.
After all, the ideal image we want to give
is perfection.
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As a former (and rather excellent) liar herself, Aru knew that, sometimes, speaking the truth felt like wrenching a thorn out of your side. But doing the opposite meant pretending it wasn't there. And that made every single step ache. It was no way to live.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality