black box

you don't know me, so don't presume you know what goes inside. better still, don't guess. this is not a gameshow and we're not playing for money. you don't know the frequency at which my heart beats inside my chest, so don't be so eager to judge my every move. especially when the glass roof on your house seems so appealing. you don't know the pace of my steps, so don't rush me to move. don't force me to run when all i want is a quiet stroll for a change. you know nothing about me, so stop putting pressure on me. i may (even) shatter...