Paper Shells

Ofttimes you are a paper shell – hollow, thin, and dense

Waves break hard against your walls

Until they’re just past tense

Only one can move you then, one seen as not so strong

Creeping fear puddles within

And rolls the shell along

Words crash across the open top – they speak of goals and meaning

The fear cares not for such beliefs

The weight they bring is fleeting;

Still, you know keeping up is hard, when there is naught but fear to guide you

They say all you need is to be yourself

But there is nothing inside you.