Glass

I can't tell If I should or shouldn't Talk about my trauma  Knowing each time  It comes out  They walk on eggshells around me As if I’m a piece of glass Ready to shatter at any wrong move  I was seeing someone At one point  And anytime I wanted to hold hands They said no In fear of hurting me But in all honesty  That hurt more than the action would have Because I felt I was too  Dirty to be touched As if I were poison And my touch would kill them Even when I knew it wasn’t true The idea never left  And to this day  I still think about it