Shackled

Deep inside this hardened shell, a lock tightly closes the wounds of life. The key has been hidden from its owner...by its owner. The lock is inpenetrable, old, and rusty; it closes all hurts, all wounds. It shows no scars. Some have tried to open... all have failed. Deep inside, they are hidded away - gone from sight, but never forgotten; Truth is at the center...however ugly. The lock rusts more each day, the key is still missing... always missing.