Protected by a hard shell,
One of inspiration, happiness, and
Nothing more but pure positive energy.
A shell that connects with people.
Buried inside lies the truth.
Pain, Hurt, confusion, aloneness.
Surrounded by empy pits,
Wondering if everything will just cease one day.
Always looking to help others,
As the inside screams "I need Help"
Never excaping to reality,
For fear of burdening.
Where are those that are similar,
Does anyone understand?
Feel as if no one cares truthfully.
Rare but strong!
Through the glow of happiness,
Spreading to others,
The only light keeping the machine running,
fearing the system would end without it.
Though the shell is hard and,
breaks not on the outside.
Slowly the inside is warmed and
the happiness spread out ward is returned in mass.