In another life
I must have been a turtle
Because I like to hide
This shell of mine
You can't see it because
You don't know what you're looking for
About me they say I'm painfully shy
That's not true-
Mostly I'm scared.
To face the world alone because I must
There is no one to fight my battles but me
No one to see my scars but me
No one to cry my tears but me
No one to dry my tears but...me.
So, I was not eager to poke my head out of my shell and cause the world to notice me
And then I realized, I don't have a choice.
I must become.
The first thing I realized after I shed my shell is
It shines brightly
Gives me hope that maybe the world is not as cruel as it can seem
It feels good.