Who Am I?

You may think you know me 

You're in for a surprise

The girl that you see?

She's not as she implies

 

I'm in a shell

Trying to come out?

Well, what's stopping me

The world, without a doubt

 

All the cruelty

All the harsh words

My perception of the world

It's been greatly blurred

 

When the evil stops

My curtain, it shall rise

And my shell, my cover

Shall come to its demise.

 

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