Shell of Myself

3

I see her, on occasion I let her grow. I become detached as if she's another person. I guess she is. She wasn't always, I wasn't always like this. I used to feel, let myself feel. That was weak, no. It was better, I was free. People are cruel and the world takes more then it gives the glass is half empty, and I'm not even half of myself. Well now I am, I've been this way for so long I can't tell you if I am her and she me or if I've changed, I guess I have. For the better I don't know.