All About Survival Poem by Mal Sharp

You take a look, but do not see,
Anything close to the real me.
I'm not my attire, race or sex,
In actual fact I'm more complex.
I have my hardened outer shell,
Inside a softer side does dwell.
The walls that I have had to build,
So as to live and never yield,
Does offer protection, it's true,
But now I find I can't break through.
To show you who I really am,
Without the sudden urge to scram.
Maybe it is better this way,
So as to live another day.
It is all about survival,
I'd rather mine, than my rivals.