Fragile Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trying to get away, pushing me down the stairs of life,
causing so much unneeded pain.

Not wanting me near, devising ways of keeping me away -
far from you.

Not above telling lies, hurting me more, because I know
the truth, as I sit back and watch you do the opposite
of what you say to me.

Forcing me to capture the pain of youth over constantly,
crying each day in and out, offering up all suffering,
although I cannot figure out if there's ever been any
good in that.

Focusing away from life, seeing things differently than
most, brings feelings into me.

Sensitive as a harp string to a gentle finger touching it,
is my heart to the pain you inflict upon it.

Remember, please, that I am a fragile being, I am human,
and cannot help or please anyone, least of all, myself.