14

im a mussel
i fuel my productivity from my greatest pain
what i produce determines my name
outside of me is just a shell

“in a mussel, a grain of sand enters
mussel feels too much horror within
wants to protect herself, covers the sand in the center
she covers the sand with a matter so thin”

but my anxiety leads me to do lot more
so i live to self-defend, with a heart so sore
i desperately cover the sand over and over
and nevermore stop the war

“the sand now became a pearl
she turned her darkness into light
so proud of herself, this girl
thinking she did everything right”

“now she has the spotlight
not every light is advantage
where there is a lot of light there are a lot of shadows
leaving you exposed to damage
in the sea the mussel aglows”

“they kill her to take the pearl
dumped near the others, the corpse of this girl
but pearls are like a swarm of ants, not even enough to make a necklace
weak, tiny and worthless, what matters is just the numbers
you dont matter as a being, life is just reckless”