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Turtle eltruT
Hiding in the form of a shell.
Trying to totally destroy my own personal hell.
Moving so slowly as I walk.
Hoping someone can understand the way i talk.
People looking at me like I'm a cute pet animal.
As the group of friends i hang with drink their fruit danimals.
As i crawl back to the cold breezing sea.
The love is not here yet hopefully its meant to be.
As i grow old and my shell gets soft.
I see here with me living in our loft.
So I'm still trying to conquer my hell.
Waiting for someone to remove my shell.
other than lines 5 and 6 i really liked this one as well those two lines have a different mood/feeling to them compared to the rest of the poem.