I am self concious.

Don't touch me.

I am ugly.

Don't look at me

I am sad.

Don't try and make me smile

I am wounded

Don't try and heal me

I am confused

But please don't ask

Your touch, your eyes, your smile, and your questions are too much right now. I don't want you to help me, because you will feel like a failure. Please just back up and let me be self concious, ugly, sad and wounded. Just let me be. Let me breath.

I promise to try and smile tomorrow.