Clogged

My whole body feels like it's clogged with old memories.
I'm tired. I want to be translucent.
I want to be clear and empty and devoid of all the emotions that hold me back.
I want to be thin and frail and breakable so everyone knows to be wary of me, careful, deliberate.
Everyone will know to handle with care and I won't hurt again.
I'll be wrapped in bubble wrap like fine china and I'll be safe in my own soft prison.
I won't be poked and prodded with the hard questions people force on me, or the roles they think I have to fulfill.
I will have 'handle with care' tattooed on my body, it will be known that anyone who touches me risks my frailty.
I will be safe, wrapped in a comfortable solitude made of nothing but my own inability to face the pain of the world.