Will someone please let me know what I need to do?
It is as though I am made of glass, every word uttered adds another crack.
Slowly they spread across my body thinner and thinner.
So sensitive, can't you take a joke? Maybe I am a joke.
I'm so clueless about life itself.
Who knows?
So delicate inside and out, even my veins are afraid to be pricked.
The needles of life harass me and cause me pain-
One day there will be nothing left but a shattered mess.
So in the mean time tip toe carefully...
4/01/2004
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