The Shell

It's cool and dark and safe
in this protective little place.
I can't hurt anyone from here,
nobody can come that near.
It's my home where I'm all alone.
I take it with me wherever I roam.
Nobody can hurt me here,
nobody can come that near.

I'm growing a shell
to protect me in my private hell,
and each layer that I apply
causes part of me to die.

There's no room enough for me.
I know fitting in can't be.
I hurt Mom by loving Dad,
I hurt Dad by loving Mom back...
Do you know what it's like to be
a prisoner in here with me?
It's not my fault, but then again it is.
Is there anything worse than this?