Afraid of my vanity and dignity,

having no idea of what I am doing,

I kept my heart inside an armor of shell,

That only you could see somehow.

A means of survival that I took upon,

to save them from seeing my uncertainty.

To save myself from falling apart,

I limited myself to my shell, stagnated.

Will you hold me ever so tight?

Hug me tight and shatter my shell,

so you will see everything I hide

under my wretched armor of shell.

What secrets I hide under my shell?

Will you accept me without my shell?

Please, drag me out of my tenacious shell

So I can move on — being myself.