I look out of these eyes
A soul trapped in a shell of skin
People pass me by
Their eyes appraise my shell
I’m rejected, desired, despised
So fragile, so thin
This veil that covers me
Only the windows of my eyes
Allowing a glimpse into me
Who am I?
Desperation claws at my soul
To break free of this confinement
No one sees beyond it
I decorate it
I neglect it
No matter how much time spend on it
I remain trapped within it
I’m inside this fragile shell
My life is hidden
This shell is getting old
It won’t last forever
And when I am free
Who will I be?
Stripped of this shell
All will see
The real ME
Clara Berge 