House of Straw

You know the story of the three little pigs? You know, where the wolf blows down the house of straw, then the house of sticks, and then he tries to blow down the house of bricks, but can’t? I am the house of straw. I live and breath, just like you do. But I get blown down easily, and I burn. I feel like crying when somebody laughs at me, when I do nothing funny. I burn up when I hear an ugly rumor about me. I get so hurt so easily, and I feel like dying. I am a walking, breathing, house of straw, and I burn easily.