My Shell

I have a shell
It look nice, clean, like I have everything is calm and together
It looks like I care
It looks nice
It is a fallacy

For my shell is a lie
That sits on the surface of my skin
Like a mask
For my shell covers the true me

For under my shell
There is pain
That can never be fixed or taken back
There are tears
That seems to never stop flowing
There is laughter
That carries father then they know

For my shell can stay there for only such a long time
It is breaking
Like a hammer hitting glass
For soon my shell will break
And people will see the real me
The one nobody likes

For my shell is for now
My inside is forever