I feel like
Everything I say is being weighed and measured –
It’s unsettling.
Imagine walking on glass
Only on your toes, and if you step on your heels,
Game over, glass shattered.
This is my predicament
Except with words (no toes involved) –
Glass words about to tear me apart.
Fragile lips speak softly,
Kindly, never messing up,
Until the shards rip them apart, too.
People watch from all directions,
Examining my speech,
Crowding around me until I can’t breathe.
Carefully stepping around words,
Only on toes,
Only with lips.
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