My Sensitivity

September 16, 2016
By , Pasco, WA

My sensitivity is my child,
I wrap my feelings around, cooing the fuss and frustration

My sensitive is my favorite toy,
Because of my attachment, I’m afraid someone might hurt my emotions and feelings

My sensitivity is my weather,
No matter how radiant or bleak the offense is, I’m always unprepared to cover myself

My sensitivity is my law,
Any kind of laughing matter flung in my presence I remain solemn and unmoved

My sensitive is my biggest downfall,
Yet it learns to stand on its own

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