My Shell Poem by Falling Ideals

I lived inside a shell, where it was safe and warm and snug
I kept to myself and did not allow for anyone to judge
Blocking out the bad made it hard to see the good
Feeling something other than just misunderstood
Over time I realised that I could not always hide
As much as I tried someone always broke inside
They did not understand, they just couldn’t see
That talking about things just wasn't for me
I would lie and say nothing was wrong
But I know I wasn't fooling anyone

I have many bottles for storing, but some of them tend to break
When someone gets inside my shell, and gives it a little shake
Pretending everything’s fine, sometimes is a must
But everything changes when you find someone to trust
The darkness that enveloped me, sometimes went away
When I could talk to someone, about the things I’d hid away
Some days are good and everything seems right
A vast contrast to what once seemed an everlasting night
I would come out of my shell, to feel the sunshine on my face
But it never lasted long and I’d crawl to my dark solitary space

Over time I’ve learned that there are things I can’t control
And every time it all goes wrong, I somehow feel less whole
I feel that it’s the time, to use some bottles again
Because there are some battles in life I know I’ll never win
I can’t say what I feel, without starting up a fight
And it doesn’t get any better sitting up and crying alone all night
I think it’s time to go back to my safe, warm little shell
Not all the way but just enough for things to turn out well
Because being without you might just be what would send me over the edge
I’d rather hide inside my shell and just limit what is said