Rock, Paper, Scissors and salt in the wound

At first glance you seem harmless and fragile,  
but like paper you sliced me with your words.  
Leaving behind an invisible mark that stings from deep within.
 
You appeared to be unique and wonderful,  
but like a rock you weighed me down with your hands.  
Causing me to drag my feet and loose my breath attempting to carry you around.  
 
I noticed how you shined and seemed to be reliable,  
but just like scissors you decieved me and cut me with your fake love.  
Forcing me to lose my trust and push people away with the fear of betrayal.
 
 
Despite your hatred towards me, you stick around just to pour salt into the wounds and watch as I suffer.