The Shell

Look at the shell.

What an odd sight it is.

For it's the basic structure that makes up who we are.

It's not me though.

I'm different.

I feel as if I have no shell.

And people abuse my liquid-like state.

Forcing me to conform.

I believed only physically.

Forcing me to cooperate.

I performed only physically.

Forcing me to contribute.

I will not contribute at all.

I refuse. I am unchanging in my liquid state.

I look at the shell and observe it, it's features, what it seems to be.

It honestly doesn't seem human until someone puts a soul into it.

It sins without guilt and has no morals.

I'm observing the shell right now, and have been and will be, and it almost makes me angry.

I grow tired of watching it, and begin to grow enraged!

I see what it's done and see what it's become, and cannot help myself.

His angry eyes pierce back at me, and show me no mercy just as I showed him!

Torturing me, binding me, keeping me still so he can intrude upon my thoughts and hurt me...

Chain me to my current position and glare into my very structure until I am nothing but a shell myself.

That's what I have been all along.

I am the shell.