Delicate porcelain

Hairline fractures tarnish smooth skin

Pain locked away in the past

I am fragile

 

Brokenhearted

Tendons stretching to the breaking point

Harsh words spoken by hate

I am sensitive

 

Midnight nightmares

Shadows hiding out my sight

Fears nest under feigned confidence

I am afraid

 

An unruly child

Hands clutch toys rightfully mine

Thoughts focused on me, myself, and I

I am selfish

 

Helping hands

Arms open wide waiting for love

Petty fights long forgotten

I am forgiving