Scared

I wonder how this happened to become so deeply manifested. That I want to cry when someone touches me. All I can think about is what favor they want, what else they're trying to get from me, how they're thinking of using me. I never want to open up that way again. I'm just going to get put away wet, with some well-thought, nicely conveyed words placating me and convincing me otherwise. This is likely not the case. it's life.