Dear those who doubt me,

"Be careful."
"You're delicate."
"You don't want to hurt yourself, love."

Why do I have to be so careful?
Am I really that delicate?
How would it feel to get hurt?

You surround me in bubble-wrap excuses.

You never give me straight answers.

You always avoid the truth as if it will break me.

You doubted me.
Why shouldn't I doubt you?

~Monster