In his shell

by Elizabeth

Emptiness comes rushing in
As happiness fades out
No one now is here with him
No one hears him shout.
He says his life is perfect
And that everything is great
Everybody loves him
But for himself he feels hate.
He stares into the mirror
And glares at his reflection
He’s screwed up so many times
No chance now for perfection.
Nothing seems to work for him
Everything goes wrong
When things are looking up
They never last for very long.
People reach out their hand to him
He draws back into his shell
Won’t let anyone get close
Life for him is hell.
So now he sits here by himself
Pushes everyone away
Waiting for something, though he doesn’t know what,
And for another day.

2-12-03

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