Shell
I feel like a shell
Not like the kind that you find on a midday stroll down the coast
I feel like a shell
Not like the strong tough exterior that offers protection from harm
I feel like a shell
Not like the kind that richly coats a guilty pleasure
I feel like a shell
Of the me that used to be
Of the me that haunts my memories
Of the me that can’t be found no matter how hard I look
Of the me that no longer exists
