No Need

I thought you broke me.
That I was bound to
broken glass,
eat.
And only smoke,
breathe.
But now,
I see this as a symptom,
(rather than disease)
of never showing the whole ME
in the first place.
It’s only now,
that those notions seem less than sane.
For, my breed,
we like to bleed,
and not break.
We take every vacant stare,
and vacation from our shaking brains,
as a blatant way to say,
or pray,
we wont escape the pain.
But now?
“Nay” I say.
See,
I’ve no need for pleading needs
on gnarled knees,
to a beast
who barely breathes
in my direction.
You sought a salve,
and some protection,
from a form born
to achieve and need perfection.
But, no, no, no, it ain’t me babe.
I must confess,
after all your tests,
I’d only overflow,
the shallow impression,
of that mask
you, in the past,
would undress with.