frozen still in silver secretion
forever perceived in a million
concepts; a story engrained, and
it goes...

it feels all to awkward
listening in to the chimes
of others as i sit silently
wondering why i even bother
socializing when there is no point
of me including myself within
their laughs and jokes

feelings mistaken for harsh statements
and deepest thoughts concealed through
faux fur and a desire for understanding

i am forever a balance of weakness and soft skin
with scales forever still as a statue, carrying the
burdens of heavy insecurities that i can
never comprehend and understand