There was always something wrong with the way he used to stare,
It was the same look in his eyes whether I was fully clothed or bare.
It was an excitement I could see, a longing for my shell,
And whenever he flashed those evil eyes, I knew I was trapped under his spell.
It happened all the time, even when family were sat around.
I was never safe for I would always be found,
Even when I was out he would find a way,
To snare me in his trap and make my body pay.
I did not really exist anymore, I never seemed to be in my shell,
But I never really knew that it was making me unwell.
I just thought if I did not think about it, it would go away,
And I was managing just fine locking it away.
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