Hermit crab

I kinda hate my life now..
stressed and tired..
i want to give up alot of times..
but then many thing stopped me to do so..

being looked down by everyone..
and have to stay cheerful and carefree..
aint something easy to do..
Especially when u had nothing to hold..

being rude and rough..
it wasnt me..
it was to protect my pride..
and my soul..

I wanted to defend..
but im not good at it..
being stabbed and slashed..
I'm bleeding from inside rather then out..

Time passes by..
and i got used to the pain..
which drive a person go nuts..
but i develop the toughest shield..

building the shield was a painful process..
to endure and stay calm..
to anyone who looked down and decived..
tears of sorrow drip by drip..

shields are done, blade is not..
the forging of it was tougher than creating a shield..
though it was created by rudeness and oppsing heart..
my blade was blunt..

Im like a hermit crab..
stealing shells to change identity and personality..
using shell as a defensive shield..
and pincer of blunt blades..

like a hermit crab..
Im just trying to protect..
myself, my soul..
and what I cherished most..

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