A Bubble off center

My view of the world and my place in it is that
men create the messes
and I pick up the pieces
by myself
alone.

Until you.

You believe that these feelings are our problem,
something to be faced together,
to be shared.

And I'm scared.

Every few days, I take out pieces of my pain
and hit you over the head with them
trying to drive you away
so that I will be picking up the pieces
by myself
alone.

And my view of the world
and my place in it
will be restored.