Fragile: Handle With Care

Sticks and stones may break my bones

It’s easy to be hurt when you’re alone

My heart of glass profusely bleeds

I wish my poker face was hard to read

My sign reads “Fragile: Handle With Care”

It repels new friends and attracts blank stares

Don’t get too close or I’ll get hurt

My insecurities keep me distant and alert

I used to wear my heart on my sleeve

They would tell me it was a blessing but then would always leave

So I guess I’ll see you when the party’s over

My mind is quaking so I’m taking cover

My cheeks turn red, and tears flood my eyes

I can’t be normal for once, can I?

I’m a brittle branch on a windy night

I’ll be blown away and out of sight

So words can never hurt me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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