It seems like everyday
I've seen you
looking at me,
with your whispers poking at my sides.
Feeling all of the burning eyes staring at me,
because of those booted words that came out your mouth.
Hahaha, as you laugh on.
While as I crawl back to my little shell,
blocking out (or at least trying to) every comment.
As the whispers transform into
a boney fist,
pushing me around from side to side.
But thankfully,
I always seem to get back up again.
Anyway,
your loss
is someone else's gain
for I am a snail,
and my heart is
as big as my shell.
You just need to get to know me
before you start talkin'.