Whispers of the Soul

Personality Disorder

Walking on Eggshells

In the quiet spaces where whispers collide,
I tread lightly, careful, with nowhere to hide.
Each word is a feather, too fragile to break,
A dance on thin ice, a gamble to take.

The air feels electric, thick with unspoken,
Every glance, every sigh, feels like a token.
I gauge every move, like a player at sea,
Navigating waters where trust used to be.

Your eyes, they flicker, a storm brewing near,
I watch for the warning signs, filled with fear.
What if I slip? What if I fall?
Will your silence grow heavy, will you build up a wall?

Each laughter, a question; each smile, a test,
Am I good enough, or just a guest?
The tightrope I walk, it pulls and it strains,
Every moment of peace teeters, sustains.

I long to be honest, to share what I feel,
But the weight of your mood is a sensitive reel.
Will you push me away, will you shut down the door?
I brace for the impact, my heart on the floor.

There's beauty in honesty, a chance to be whole,
But the fear of rejection takes a heavy toll.
So I smile through the tension, I nod and I sway,
Hoping to navigate this intricate ballet.

I wish I could speak without tiptoeing here,
To bridge this divide, to draw you near.
But the fear of your wrath, the dread of your frown,
Keeps me lost in the shadows, paralyzed, down.

Each day is a puzzle, a delicate game,
Where every misstep feels like playing with flame.
Yet deep in my heart, I yearn for release,
To break through this cycle, to find a bit of peace.

I dream of a world where I'm free to be me,
Where the eggshells don't crumble, and you let me see
That love can be sturdy, a foundation of trust,
Where we learn to let go and embrace the just.

So I'll take a deep breath, as I reach for your hand,
Together we'll walk, let our hearts understand.
In the dance of our spirits, I'll find my own way,
To walk on solid ground, where love holds sway.