by Dustin James Yoe

I am what I am.
I can be but no other,
But I do have shells.
Shells that can be shed,
But are protected by another me,
A persona.
A protective wall to shield the pain
Pain wrought by others

If I am not here I am there
Always somewhere never no where
I have places I want to be
I have places I can go
But how to get there?
By thought?
I need to go there
But where is the road?

Happiness is an emotion
There are others
But, they are locked
Locked in a cage that,
Has no keys
A human body
Dead on the inside
Only to be aweakend by the light