We are brittle
Delicate inside
Never truly honest
Behind brave faced masks we hide
Damaged goods
Are not sale or return
Once we hit the rocks
It’s crash and burn
Everyone’s a victim
Vulnerable and insecure
Need is a compulsion
We all want more
Achilles heels
Are easy to find
Touching a nerve
Pains the mind
Senseless sensitivities
Wounds to pride
One Freudian slip
Can trigger a landslide
Flawed by nurture
We feel to much
The caress of Pandora
It’s the human touch
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