on eggshells

so much of your life,
the happiness, or sorrow
found,
has been through others.
their affection
or lack of.
it's been
a wrong
road. long and tedious.
you've grown
weary
of
the pulls and tugs
of heartstrings
held in someone else's
hands.
it's a curious path
of insecurity, always
walking
through the world
on eggshells,
your smile
or frown dependent on
someone else, not you.