Breaking Down

I can feel the impact of every new bomb thrown at my soft shell. I watch in horror as each new element cracks another piece of me until I'm completely out in the open. I'm vulnerable. I don't like it. It feels like it's suffocating my very soul. I run for cover, shielding my eyes and covering my ears, hoping it will provide an escape. I was wrong. New complications arise, more obstacles are thrown at me. I have to look, I have to hear, I have to feel. I face my own thoughts as I break.