Armoured

I am safe here in my shell
Here in my cocoon, no one can hurt me anymore.
No one can reach me, preach to me or decide how I should live my life.

This encasement gives me power to be unaffected by what they throw at me.
It makes me strong.
I can fight back now.

But it's holding me.
I can't escape it.
I can't drop these barriers that hold me like the grasp of a vice.

I can't get way from the horror that this armour shows to me each day. The horror of my life that it keeps replaying like a broken record. Skipping back to the time when...

Now I'm stuck. I can't break this brick bombardment. I can't escape the icy grasp of this crystalline chrysalis.

Some one has to break it, but no one wants to. They all hate me because I block them out, but don't they see that it's the suit that blocks them? Can't they see the dark tar that sticks to my heart and body?

No. They only think I'm a nasty person. They think I'm cold and unfeeling, but the truth is, this armour is stealing my feeling and the only way I can stop it is if someone reaches to me, grabs me and holds me close.

Is there anyone in this desolate wasteland that we call home that would do such a thing?

If there is, I can't find them...