when i walk around i look happy

i smile

say hi to friends

but on the inside

i creep around

trying to stay in the shell

to keep everyone from shring my problems

i use poetry but it isnt enough

i make things up like

i like someone

im going somewhere

im doing something

but sometimes

it escapes

i cry

everytime that happens the shell of my emotions gets thinner

and thinner

sooner or later

there will be a hole

and the only thing to patch it will be love

but that will never happen

the hole will get bigger

my emotions will escape

and the shell will waste away

i will be reduced to nothing