POEMS

SHELL

Who am "I"?
What makes me, "me"?
Was it the voice
That doesn't stop
Narrating my story?
Was it the emotions
Awkward responses
That humiliate me everytime?
Or was it this shell
Moving flesh of energy,
Hollow case of "beauty".
It is too artificial,
Keeping superficial,
Everyone's special,
Was I beneficial?

Please stop moving,
Chain those limbs at place!
Please stop babbling,
Stitch those lips with thorns!
Why can't you stop,
Watching every move drop?
Why can't you stop,
Hearing every warp?
Stop twitching,
That smile is too polluting!

Please hear me!
She doesn't want your story!
Stop giving away,
Those awkward greetings!
Do not overshare!
Why would they care!
You are being too transparent
You might just get peirced.

She moved,
Blabbed about something,
I never told her so,
Why can't she stop talking!
She went and ran,
I never moved the feet,
What did she want to seek?
What was she watching?
The flashes are dizzying,
Why can't she stop observing?

Please stop this thing,
This moving shell of being,
It never got through my command,
Should I just stop thinking?

Too awkward,
Who are you?
Where was the "I"
From the pure and true?
This is just too fake,
Too desperate to take,
I can't stand this,
I want to set it straight!

Why did I allow your control,
I knew baring you would crush my wall,
I regret giving you the chance,
To get close to the suns.
I should have just locked you in
To that deepest cell,
Protected you well,
So you would never yell.

I should have just continued
To take it all in,
Never showed you out,
So I kept the standard being.

This is your last,
I will lock you in,
Say your goodbyes,
Watch me get you on the win.

JovialMask2023