Sensitive

Words can sting so badly,
especially from the one that matters.
My shell can deflect the swiftest blows,
but your bullet of words can still
penetrate deep within me,
leaving a scar that will forever
prove to the world how my
greatest strength can be defeated.
The bullet stays inside,
not bothered at all.
Tissue forming in puffs around its exterior,
hiding the truth from view,
yet still sitting there,
the words still striking me with pain.

I know you can sense my sarcasm,
and can contemplate my signal for you
to be free-spirited in my presence,
but even your harsh words that
can make others giggle
bruise my wit.

Syllables of such a cynic,
you make arrogance look like delightfulness! 
Why must you say such painful words
to my brittle heart?
I may seem like the cynic you had in mind,
but in the infinite abyss that is my soul,
I am only a fragile girl,
my heart so tender and sensitive
that even the one I care about the most
can tear it apart for eternity.

(You).