I feel my outsides crack.
"Please-" I beg. "I take it back."
A set of white teeth glisten.
Bad words, mad words, I still listen.
With your fingers you paint me purple and blue.
Each spot a slightly different hue.
Then in front of others I wear a mask.
"I'm clumsy" - I tell those who ask.
You are all bark- yet you bite.
I shiver in fright.
You tell me I'm small.
What am I to you, a nut?
Mr. Nutcracker.