Quiver of Arrows

By: Misharae

The world is but a quiver of arrows
My heart its intended target
Every snide remark, each letdown
Closer to the Bulls eye
Everyone around me
Lines up to take a shot
Most I can deflect
Brush off with just a sting
But you
Yours is true to its mark
An arrow straight through my heart
Cutting right to my soul
Piercing that tough outer shell
Crushing my facade
To reveal the fragile side
I hide from view
Hidden with good reason
From so many spiteful archers
I trusted you
Let down my guard
Only to find you waiting
Bow in hand
Poised to shoot your venomous arrow
Destroying my whole world