Breaking Out Of My Shell

There’s a place inside a heart,
That no one knows someone’s keeping,
Sitting at the corner enduring the hurt,
That takes so long to stop sobbing.
The fear to face the world,
Unarmed in the battle trembling,
An inanimate coward fold,
Slain in a place shivering.
Breaking through this loftiest wall,
Wanting to puke all the misery hold,
In spite the fact of being small,
Questing of freedom is foretold.
Rift into pieces rueful past memories,
Don’t be treacherous in showing potential,
The gleam of freedom forever can’t be erase,
Instead grab every star its essential.
Little by little break the barrier,
Like freaking out in the jungle,
The glint of hope feels happier,
Heal that dark elements tangle.
Left those horrid ride,
Be a drole painting a colorful life,
Explore the world don’t hide,
Bring those dreams fly high without strife.

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