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?

 
 

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