shell

the car moves- but it’s not my foot on the pedal.

i walk but don’t feel it- hollow, empty, numb

an impostor wearing my face

full of nothing but the void

shell_ of_ a_ person

danger in disguise conceals my disgrace

worn out i put on some lace how pretty

the car moves- but it’s not my hand on the wheel

i run but don’t feel the ground- energized, exhausted

my insides pouring out

pain ambushing me from all sides

no_ shell_ of_ protection

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