Shell

Who are you to say that you know me? Ha, are you trying to funny or does it just come natural. I do not know my self and you take one look and exclaim that you know me. I am not what I appear. this shell that I wear is just that a shell a container that I will abandon when it is time for me to move on and go to a better life I am not the shell and the shell is not me When death finally comes to this shell rejoice with me be merry I will be Do not mourn the shell For my soul is still alive The shell shall return to the earth frome wence it came and good riddance