I open and close like an oyster.
one second showing my true worth the next unwilling to be prized open
Frustrated by my own nature and the thoughts that put me there
I am still willing to change
sadly though my behavioural patterns rule my undertones, that mean so well
the words, when i am happy, will not be uttered from my lips for fear that
once i have uttered them i will want to retrieve them with my dual nature
Should i look more closely at the pearl inside instead of the shell
My unrest lies somewhere - is it my roaming spirit
my wandering mind, or does my soul want to show me something new
Nature is my closest friend and I am my own worst enemy
This land that i love the moon, the sun, the stars where will I find me?
If I felt as precious as others perceive me to be- I would be at rest
Why dont i see my worth, my pearl, my own beauty,
only my shell.