The Seashell

This is a metaphor about a girl's soul.

At times, I feel like I am hallow

I am a seashell

--nothing more

The outside of me looks picture perfect

bright, beautiful, and polished

But the inside is broken

Dark, Cracked, and Cold

At one time, the inside of me was perfect, too

Shiny, clean, warm

Mirroring the outside

But now it is dull

Now it is delicate

Now it is chipped and cut

Now, it is patiently waiting for something 

To shatter it into a thousand different pieces.