small

I'm nervous, I feel small around your curves. My mind goes to places, please do not disturb. Perturbed, concerned, unsure. Describing words to make sure you understand my meaning. I'm dreaming, leaning on your shoulder in my mind. I feel wrong, although I remain truly kind. You could make me feel strong, bring me along to the depths of your soul. When it shatters, know that I'll be here to console. I can help because mine shattered a long time ago. I see and feel the pieces but there's a distinct disconnection. You'll know how I feel through my reddish complexion. Pushing through my barriers, this burning pain. Only for another to look at me with disdain. It's okay but strange. This world is insane. I'll take the blame if it makes you feel better. For some reason I'm able to take on stormy weather. Though the small things make me feel crippled, unsure of my strength. It's often lost on me, I desire to learn from mistakes. I consider failing intentionally, does that make me insane? I wonder if someday my betray intake will strengthen my resolve, maybe I can have my cake and eat it too.