This isn't art but it's the truth:
I have a delicate mind.
It is full of sensitive thoughts--
I hate needing someone to protect me
from the things I do not know
because I can't build up the walls around me
like I want to
because everything that comes from my brain
by way of my mouth
is quiet
and understated.
I'm so vulnerable, as if I'm
wandering across the busy
intersection.
So prone to accidents,
misuse, abandonment,
a hit and run.
What can I do?
I am just a little thing
in a big world
with no defense,
and nowhere to put the heartache
after failed attempts
to continue on like everybody else does.
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