Molded Shell

Desire to want, want to need, and the need to try

Heavy hearts full of misery, but a soul bright as snow

Easier appeared in the shade of black rather than white

Face colorless, yet eyes tell a story of their own

The rant of your voice covered in rage

It reminds me of a world filled with dust. Like a puzzle with no picture

Frustration builds, and that whole you call a mouth burst into flames

Lava sprouts, covering your canvass into a melted pool of lies

The heat cools and forms into melted rock

Your creation has now turned against you and reflects your own weakness

Another layer of armor has covered my shell

I become more shielded by your piercing words

Your objective has become my alternative

~ N. Lovely