i raise my glass to the pain of not knowing
and gulp to fight the fear i have to ask
i clean the mirror in hopes of seeing myself clean
when i need to windex my eyes… bleach my mind
my soul trapped inside a cell
inside this shell worn by my heart
battle scarred and critically wounded
yet still fighting
life support can’t come from a mind
so laced with napalm and shrapnel
spinning in circles fighting its shadow
swinging a blade slicing no one but itself
hoping the knight in shining armor
will come because I need help saving myself from me
-Turtleberry 2012
Inside the Shell 
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