My Shell

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 13:29 -- Kaprow


Sometimes I feel like a shell of what I should be,

Just unable to see what others can see.

They're all so comfortable and happy,

While I remain bitter and sappy.

Hundreds of others can instantly connect

And I can't even pretend to have that effect.

Maybe one day I'll be able to

Break this shell

And do what they do.

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