I'm not sure how to start this. So why not jump in head first.
You're sand paper. Abrasive, coarse, and unpleasant against skin.
I'm not stating that you have no use, or no one needs you.
Really, though who would run into arms that were tough and rough
And protective only of the things inside it's own body.
Protective of it's emotions, it's feelings, things that it can't let other people see.
Not allowing anyone to get too **** close.
Out of fear.
Who would want to live life like this?
Pretending that people need you for everything.
In truth, they don't need you.
How could they? You wouldn't let them get close enough to bond with you.
To be your hydrogen.
To give you life through fellowship.
How can you boast of everything you claim to be when no one else sees it.
I can't understand how you do anything, how you don't see it.
How you can't see what we see.

And then there's you. Not much different than the first.
Rather than sandpaper, you're opaque glass.
The kind they use in offices, to conceal.
You're door is made of oak, smooth and welcoming at first.
Then someone opens the door, to all your lies and false smiles
Dripping at the teeth with blood.
Your shield however is not one of everyone needing you,
It is not needing anyone.
Or as you say.
You depend on those that gave you life in all you do.
You don't work for anything you have, but have more than any of us.
You cry when you don't get exactly what you want.
Be happy that you breathe.
Be happy someone doesn't end that.
You give them great reason to.