The little things

Fragile.

That's it, I'm done.
No more games, this isn't fun.

I'm tired of the lying, the cheating, the hiding.
Because we all know too well, it'll just end in fighting.

Stop lying to me about everything,
Stop talking behind my back, hiding.

Whatever it is come out and say it,
It is a so secret you will not display it.

Why does nobody tell me anything,
I'm not to be toyed with, I'm not a play thing.

And I'm I'm not some fragile cracked glass,
The stone wall around my heart is first class.

I'd rather you told me, than hid the truth,
Because to be honest my anxiety's through the roof.

You can talk, I won't be offended,
But don't be surprised when I get defensive.

I can't always be fed lies,
No matter all your tries.

Someday I'll find the truth,
Someday within my youth.

And it will hurt, no because I don't like it,
But because you lied to me, tried to hide it.

So stop treating me like I'm fragile,
I'm no longer some small child.

I don't need you protection,
I've my own methods of deflection.

And when I call you out, you deny it,
But I know, your lying, you'll drop yourself in it.

Honest as a priority can't get much higher,
Look in a dictionary, your picture is the definition; Liar.

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