There's a little part in me
That no one knows of or understands
They think they do, but they don't.
This little part in me is the real me.
People think they know me
But all they know is that shell I use to hide myself.
I wish I could crack that shell,
Crawl outside and show myself.
But I know people like my shell
More than they would like the real me.
So I'm trying a little harder to stay inside this shell.
I'll stay inside my shell until hopefully, I'll find someone.
Someone who actually cares.
Someone who can break my shell.
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Inside my Shell
PoetryNo one knows the real me. I hide it from them with my shell. No one would like the real me. No one would even understand. Lots of people go through tough times and hide it. Sometimes, hiding your pain isn't good- but hiding it can be the best thing...
