You spend your life looking for

protection from slings and arrows.

But years inside this metal shell

Can make you unable to feel


Even the heartstrings that vibrate

In the atmosphere of our shared universe —

I sometimes cherish the hardness of this shell,

Built of hurts others have dealt

Many bruises turned to one solid bruise

Turned into glass, turned into stone

Turned into ice, turned into bone

I am fearless

I am peerless

I am stronger than all weakness

I am heartless

I am ruthless

You are sitting there defenseless

You are hurt and you are weak

You can’t speak

You are….


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