Blushed

My eyes divert from what's in front of me.

Years of offering what I want to others takes it's toll.

My cheeks turn red.

I've never wanted something so bad.

That's why I turn away.

I know it will hurt some how.

After time if something goes wrong it will burn.

Not wanting to get hurt is the way I've lived.

Never reckless and uncontrollable.

But those people stop caring after awhile.

They've got better coping skills than me.

My shield and armor are weaker.

And so here I stand, uncertain.