People think they see me
People think they know who I am, but little do they know it's only the shell I show
A shell hardened by the elements
A soul hollowed by circumstance
The shell will often adapt to what is wanted
The soul with never go along
Each one engulfed in turmoil, neither one can escape
A battle of all battles is ensuing inside with casualties far to many and no survivors in sight
Ultimately the shell with survive as the soul ceases to exist
In time the shell will crack only to reveal
Nothing ever did really exist.
©annie
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