Eggshells

The eggshells on which I walk
Protect the delicate feelings of another
But the broken shells
Hurt me instead.
The pain softens
Only when I realize
I am not responsible
For another’s fragile state
The discomfort endured by me
Lessens when I consider
I am who I am.
Love me or leave me.
It matters not.
I now wear a shield
To protect me from another.
Their words will roll off my back.
Hurt me once, shame on you.
Hurt me twice, shame on me.