I put on this shell
in an attempt to protect
my heart, mind and soul
it's easier not
to allow others inside
I keep them at bay
I'm able to do
what I deem necessary
to cope with my life
It's ironic when
things appear to be happy
'things' are at their worst
I think it's because
I can't take it anymore
and my focus shifts
There comes a point when
things are better left unsaid
so I stop talking
I put on this shell
in an attempt to protect
myself from the world
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