It's A Shame

It makes me nervous. Actually being treated nice, makes me nervous. That's a shame.
I've always been known to wince before pain.
This is too good. It makes me live in a constant wince, anticipating. I just wish I could stop.
Stop wincing. Start living.
It's a shame that you can identify. Why are people so accustomed to being treated less than a creation of God?
It's a shame that I'm scared to publish this.