They say getting out of your shell cheers you up.
They say it's good for you.
But I don't know.
What if I’m not a turtle. I'm a roly poly.
My shell is small and easily crushed.
Cramped and lonely.
I think I’m safe and hiding until something hits me.
A child comes to play and drops me.
Then I’m lost. Left in the dirt and afraid of being stepped on.
But afraid of being noticed
I gotta heal first.