My Shell
Rolled into a ball and
locked in a shell of shame,
Never heeding the warnings
thrown in front of me,
Confused and tangled in my
own web from lieing to my heart,
I left who I am far,
far behind,
Scraped all feelings and
emotions away as I let
myself watch them burn,
As if to be a statue set
in one place to have all
life pass me by endlessly,
No time to sigh, no time
to stop and gather my scattered pieces,
Keep going for ever, erase
what use to be laid in the time
never to exist again,
Living, loving, losing, and
burning not such a
great earning,
Ask me why I lie and I
will ask why do you cry,
Promises and trust is as
myths and folklore,
But secrets and lies
answer so many questions
and reveal so much hate,
Why hang on and try
when it makes me push
and pull so far away?
Can you answer me that
without asking me why?
Kayleigh Frey
2/17/09
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