Vulnerability is weakness and negative

Everytime I gather the courage to be vulnerable, people prove why I shouldn't.

When I don't speak, I am rigid And when I do, I am judged, like an odour so pungent My existence is a curse My words are worse Like a rotting corpse in a room Which doesn't deserve a funeral in bloom May be it deserves to be left To be avoided A white sheet to be spread upon me Like one needs to see

Avoid me Hate me Mutilate me Anyway, that feels safer to me