Avoidance is my strength, talk makes me weak.
When I form words, my energy depletes 
And only refills when I have fleeted
From impossible bonds not for the meek.

A gathering of people viewed as darts,
puncture my confidence like it's the target.
My eye hides while I try to bargain it;
Poisoned at birth, not as I departed.

When I am alone my bones are brittle.
No pleasing the poison by any means.
Lonely, exposed, anything in between,
My toothpick always breaks from the gristle.