The Unbreakable Shell

 I feel like I am drifting into each day as a shell full of explosive materials. I feel like I am

hiding in that shell putting on a face for the world. A face of normalcy. A face that is not MINE. I feel fake. Everything in my mind, and my body  is screaming in agony. Everytime I am at work, everytime I am out in public. I want to RUN. But I dont. I put on my shell.

Too loud sound. Frustrated young woman covering ears with hands and keeping eyes closed while standing against white backgroundMy unbreakable shell that even I cannot escape.


Thanks for reading,

Jas ❤


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