Fragile…Handle with Care

my ears are like glass so your whispers see right through me
 you tell me your secrets like they’re my own words
 talking to me about me.

recognizing myself, i still don’t listen
 not disgusted with the sight or sound of myself
 but more deaf to the ruining of the surprise.

the surprise of what i could be or capable of
 the threat of really knowing what makes me, is one worse than death
 some things are better known in hindsight, jump scares, and surprise parties.