I can’t cross shores.
My system deflates,
At every disappointment.

Selfish crab.
Snapping away at everything around you,
Clawing your way into people’s lives.
When you catch something,
You hold on and can never let go.
Your shape,
Grotesque as your thoughts.

Soft muzzle,
Too soft, too fragile, too sincere,
Contrasts your fake exterior.

This I am to everyone.
I drive you away,
With my touch, a pinch.
I drive you,
My shell is not what I want to be.

I live without pretension now,
Yet afraid my every step will hurt.
But the tide is too strong,
I can’t help being muddled up,
Forgive my sins, unintentional.

I can’t help but survive,
Searching ashore for my kind,
They surface once in a while,
Yet get washed away.

The breeze against my face,
I watch this struggling crab,
If only it had a voice.