The shell you've seen What was left was mean What was left of me I thought I’d never be Not the person I am Or want to be I don't give a damn Or want you to see The parts no one gets to know The parts I try not to let show When you broke the wall You unmasked it all I realized you could never unsee That putrid, wrecked version of me Though what you couldn't unsee Didn't pull you from me Instead you said You ‘see the things in my head’ Showed time and again that you cared And those visions never made you scared Nor made you run Or say you're done You said you'll always be The one truly loving me In so many ways, Even on the days When I don't even like me I'm the happiest that we are a 'we.'
bipolar, mental health, poetry
The Shell You’ve Seen
