Shell

I am Funny

Caring

Witty

Somethings you would never no about me

That I laugh when i'm sad

That I have only felt hate once

The fact that you don't shows I am well hidden

What would you think if I told you the real me

The one who stays hime all day wish to be free

The one to cry at the drop of a coin

But I wont cry infront of you

Crying is weakness, something I refuse to show

I will stay behind my curtain and peak everyonce in a while

To show my feelings how the world hurts 

When you don't have a shell.

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