A harmless tease, an innocuous joke
Or a good-natured, albeit ill-timed, poke
Is all it takes for our egos to bruise
Why this offense at the slightest excuse?
I surmise (though there is no way to tell)
We were born wrapped in an invisible shell
That broke apart as we grew from within
Exposing to the world our very thin skin
No shell to shield, the fragile egos bleed
And the smallest of nicks takes years to heal
Worse, we do not even clean up the mess
Forever we must walk on these broken shells
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