Another day in this shell,
Who i am, is hard to tell.
I might be able to describe in words to you,
You may find you feel these ways too.
Sometimes, i feel like a crab.
Wanting to hide from the world,
Sinking deep into my shell.
Wanting to just crawl away,
and never go back, never look back, never turn back.
Sometimes, i feel like a bird.
Wanting to fly away for the winter.
Explore new places, care-free.
Having no destination as i fly up into the clouds.
Keep going with no direction, no distraction.
Sometimes, i feel like a ant.
So small and invisible.
Wondering if someone will see me,
or just step on me.
Wanting to be heard, but my words are unspoken and unheard.
Sometimes, i feel like an airplane.
Always carrying people with me.
Giving things to others, but nothing for myself.
No complaints, just keep going on and on.
But one day, i will hit that runway hard,
and when i do, it will be me,myself, and I. Just once.
Sometimes, i feel like fiberglass.
I am strong, because i know i have to be.
People depend on me to be strong,
knowing i won't just fall apart.
Being dropped so many times,
but never being broken.
But scars you can't see are there,
from the drops and falls.
But you can only hold on so much,
until you break.