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 © Dillon Cain | Year Posted 2025
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