All I do is make
My loved ones cry
Or feel inadequate
I can only assume.

I speak of bad,
I bring up difficult
Subjects like the
Prospect of separation

Or that loneliness
Is not something we
Can control, or that pain
From distance is inevitable.

I always have to bring
Up the things no one wants
To talk about, I just don't
Want to be without a plan.

I am not one for foresight,
I'm blind to my own senses
That I can confuse for
Righteousness, I know.

But I hurt too, my throat
Closes and my eyes sting
Like theirs do, I'm not
Without emotion.

My problem is that
I'm too sensitive, and I
Rather protect myself
Than be exposed.