Eeva

Stepping on Eggshells

I feel like I’m constantly having to watch where I step

So I will not break any eggs.

I’m constantly thinking and rethinking,

What I am about to say. 

 

Stepping and walking with extreme care,

So I do not offend or come off as rude.

And when I finally decide to step with weight,

I crack the eggs beneath.

 

To be honest, I don’t care about the eggs,

They are just eggs we will eat.

But she guilts me and tell me it’s wrong,

Until I do not do it again.

 

When I break the eggs, the air seems thicker.

When I’m not the one who breaks them,

I know that they are broken.

She get mad and annoyed that we broke her precious eggs.

 

We are all stepping on eggshells.



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