My Depressed Oyster

I open and close like an oyster One second showing my true worth The next unwilling to be prized open Frustrated by my own nature and the thoughts that put me there I am still willing to change Sadly though my behavioural patterns rule my undertones that mean so well The words, I am happy, will not be uttered from my lips for fear that Once i have uttered them i will want to retrieve them with my dual nature Should i look more closely at the pearl inside instead of the shell My unrest lies somewhere ,is it my roaming spirit My wandering mind Or does my soul want to show me something new Nature is my closest friend and I am my own worst enemy This land that i love the moon, the sun, the stars where on earth will i find me If i felt as precious as otheres perceive me to be I could be at rest Why don't I see my worth My pearl My own beauty Only my shell Maybe I should look Inside?