The fault

I’ve felt to be a house of cards,
that I collapsed
if even a friend knocked at my door,

felt to be wet sand,
that I crumbled
if a friend's grasp was a little firm,

felt to be a candle’s flame,
that I went out,
if a friend breathed too close,

to be silence
that I broke
if somebody merely spoke.

Felt that for all the helpless damage done,
the fault was entirely mine.