Roly Poly

They say getting out of your shell cheers you up.

They say it's good for you.

But I don't know.

What if I’m not a turtle. I'm a roly poly.

My shell is small and easily crushed.

Cramped and lonely.

I think I’m safe and hiding until something hits me.

A child comes to play and drops me.

Then I’m lost. Left in the dirt and afraid of being stepped on.

But afraid of being noticed

I gotta heal first.

This poem is about: 
Me

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