Eggshells

by Parm K.C.

he is so charming in front of others, and so harmful behind closed doors. why does the world get the best of him, while I get the worst?

I colored his red flags green, but I’m almost out of paint.

I refuse to walk on eggshells anymore – I don’t stay around those who require me to. I go where I’m wanted, leave when I’m not, let my footsteps be heavy, let my voice be heard. I refuse to walk on eggshells anymore – and for once, I’m not cracked into a million pieces.