She  feels like an empty, broken shell.
People look at  her  and make assumptions.
All these snap judgements always try to kill.
Going through life not letting go of  her  abreactions.

People and things just come to  us, then go.
They always fill  us , then leave  us  empty,
Making  us  feel like  we  need to stay below.
Yet  we  are all shells in a vast sea.

I  used to have big eyes and a trusting heart,
But now  my  trusting, open shell has been worn.
Never knowing where  I  should take part,
Sometimes just wishing  I  had never been born.

In a blue moon one may come leaving  me  unignored,
Making  me  better and stronger than before.