Shell

Shell (10/2/2012)

I'm sick and tired of speaking the words
I don't know
I'm sick and tired of pretending
Like I don't care
My biggest fault growing up
Was being too over sensitive
So I grew a shell
And I told my feelings to just shut up

But if I throw it away now
Too much unsaid stuff
Will pour out
Who will I hurt
When I let go?
I don't want that

Too many questions
Still burn in my mind
They eat at my thoughts
They just don't let up
So I keep the shell on
Hoping it keeps them at bay

'Cause if I throw it away now
Too much unsaid stuff
Will pour out
Who will I hurt
When I let go?
I don't want that

Trying to
filter through
All the crap in my head
Trying to
figure out
what was caused by what
I'm made of so many odd quirks and fears
Where did they all come from?

Oh, did I make a mistake?
'Cause I threw it away
And now so much unsaid stuff
Is waiting to pour out
Will I hit the right target
Or hurt someone innocent this time?

How do I decipher every emotion
And where it emerged from
How do I work out
What is and isn't justified
So I'll hide
Back in the shell. 

The End

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