Present Tense

Shake me with worry and rattle me with expectations 
As you would under a tree
Rip me open to see what my shell holds
Behold, not what you expected is it?
Cry to your family and explain to them what you were hoping for
Maybe they can exchange me for something else
Or maybe you will learn to love me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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