i’m fragile
easily broken
by scowls and frowns
and the sharp edges
of voices
belonging
to people
that i love
they don’t know
their harsh expressions
and pointed words
are weapons
that shatter me
on the inside
the broken pieces
hurt and fester
in the darkness
within me
so, i’ve hidden them away
where no one can see
and now
i’m left alone
a fragile child
in an adult body
with a pile
of shards
to sort out
by myself
i don’t know
where to begin
i don’t know
how to put myself
back together
because
i don’t remember
what wholeness
feels like
so, i sit here
overwhelmed
and curse myself
for being fragile
