Shell

This . . .
this mask,
this shell,
how dare it return.
When I felt free,
of its opression,
was it really only hiding?
lying in wait?
Now, as chaos surrounds me,
I feel it closing in,
to seclude me,
to cut me from the world.
All I need is one touch,
of the someone I love,
the someone though,
cannot love me.
My family,
it seems so distant,
floating across the sea,
away, away, gone.
I"m the inside looking out,
never seeing anything,
but you're outside looking in,
can you help me to see?