Eggshells and Frail Egos

My whole life people have treated me

Like a ticking time bomb

Something about being

Fat, butch, femme and frowning

Makes people upset from the get-go

Even my friends who know me —

Know my soft tender patient loneliness

The sort of isolation that makes

Everyone seem like a friend, even they—

Walk on eggshells around me

Worried about what they say

Worried about what might “upset” me

You can’t upset someone who was already

Upset, long before you met them

Nothing about me is fragile

Nothing about me is triggered

I just tend to confront people immediately

When they say something atrocious

Which no one is used to, and unfortunately

Most people’s egos are just

Too frail to endure truth

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