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.