Human Experience

My emotions,
Scare even me,
I am frightened by what is to come.
They keep bottled up,
The tiniest slice of aggravation,
Is enough to set off an explosion,
But yet,
Even when I reap myself from inside,
I find myself with a smile,
Laying on the thinnest of my layers.
But even so as it cracks,
The more the disgustingly disfigured heart if mine erupts for the last time.
For as long as I am helpless,
In stone my heart remains,
Dormant,
Showing refusal to even the slightest beat of life.
Without my outer shell,
I am but a crab that has long outgrown his home.
It is not until I continue on my quest to create a new self,
Than I can return to be who I was.
Is this not,
The human experience?