I've tried to believe that they're a gift.
But honestly, they're anything but.
Breaking anything they come across.
Everything they touch becomes
simply
wrecked.
I hold them out
and people shudder and back away,
afraid I might crush them.
That's why I've never been hugged.
I promise I'd be gentle if I ever did,
but others are still scared of apporaching me,
their perception skewered by my programmed role
believing all they can do is destroy,
harm,
wreck.
If I was one of them I wouldn't have this problem.
They wouldn't flee or be afraid.
But alas, I am me,
and away they run.
Maybe someday they'll do more than destroy.
They'll save,
hold,
protect.
But until then
I've started to believe they they're a curse,
which is easy to believe
because everyone else thinks that way, too.