Plastic Glove

I touch everything with a plastic glove,

Refusing to truly touch anything,

Can't allow myself to absorb.

I keep a wall between the world and me,

Protecting myself from everything out there.

I tried it once before,

I was swallowed, chocked, beat down and left to die.

So here I stand with this veil clutched in my hand,

Shielding me from the hate,

The anger,

From me,

From you.