Lost inside,

Like a tortoise, my head pops up once in a while, to see if I’m safe or in the wild

For some fresh air & to get loose from that piece of hair.

To see if I’m on the right track

Or if I need to track back

I’m always cocooned

In my brittle shell

In my little hell

Trying to keep all intact with my tough act.

In my little hell.

Trying to keep all intact with my tough act.

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