Broken.

we don't always make good choices and
sometimes we act like spoiled children
just wanting to be adored
cared for,
appreciated.
we crawl into our caves when things go wrong
and send so much shrapnel as ambassadors
across the spike laden fields
of each other's raw emotion.
why do we do that,
act so obsequious injured alone and afraid
when a little warmth and understanding
is all we were looking for
in the first place.