Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Unwrapped

Unwrapped like a candy bar,
I feel exposed, scared that the world
will take a bite of me
and decide I taste like spoiled strawberries
rather than decadent chocolate.

Chocolate is too sweet 
to define me, I am much too bitter
most days - though dark chocolate
is supposed to be "healthier" for you -
I am no sort of healthy for you.

For you, my wrapping is protection:
it seals my sharp corners 
and smooths my vicious words,
but it seals these in -
I am the victim of me.

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