Splinterless Poem by Can I Live?

Tired of melodramatic interjections,
I’m sick of your young…. “realizations.”
How unwelcome my anger is in your presence…
And how receptive you are to argument.
As I speak gently in your ear,
You flinch at my touch… and I notice something else
about the way you reach for me now.
I am no longer a joy, I am a burden.
I am no longer your heart, but a thorn dwelling inside it…
Oh if only you could separate the soft tissue from my malicious splinters.
[I didn’t mean to ruin your Sunny Day].