Contagious

I am lost and also trapped. Aching. Heavily inspired by the song "Contagious" by Grant and Runn.

Maybe it is best

that my howls bring no one

Cries for help don't bring the sun

Perhaps my poisons are best contained

I hurt and don't want to share

I wish to spread no pain

Hands rarely reach,

but if they did,

my shards would draw blood

The worst part of my aches

is what they do to others

when they bleed for my sake

And my cheekbones drown

when I think of little ones

I know not if I'm fit, and then I frown

Sometimes I want a warm bundle

to hold in my arms,

but maybe I shouldn't if I might bring harm

I just want to give another

the warmth I didn't have

Just someone to shield

Maybe I'm sick and should be avoided

like the plague

Maybe all are front and center while

I should just stay backstage

Was I bad or somehow

deserving of this?

Am I just weak?

I know not which is worse -

the danger outside my cage

or the one trapped with me

Author's Note

Opinions welcome