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Poetry by Charles Moffat
If I build up a protective shell And never share my feelings Will I finally be able to stop hurting? Or will my shell become my cage? Iíve been depressed before And its something I want to avoid I donít want to cry anymore I want to hold up my chin And not have to blink back the tears When I feel the urge to cry I donít want to be a statue that never cries That would be worse No love and no pain An unfeeling wretch Thats not what I want I donít want my shell But I wish I could get over the pain The pain of regrets and losses Too much pain to remember And yet its still here I wish I could forget my pain sometime And not have to cry over loves long gone