I'm sure we have all felt like this at one time or another.
I am in a delicate condition today
Do not assault me with words and arguments, or muss me about
With your gusts of feeling
Do not relate to me, or ask me why, or seek to know me,
Or anything.
Let me go gently,
Holding myself like a tray of fine china that you can see the pearly light shine through.
I must not chip myself.
I must gather my clothes about me to shield me from the wind,
And shut my face against the hurly burly.
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