Stories

We all have so much to say, 
we all have an amazing story to tell. 

We want to let it all out, to not be confined, 
But eventually everyone runs out of time. 
Our story untold, our minds overflowing, 
and in the end we end up with nobody knowing. 
Nobody sees, nobody hears 
what happens to us over the years. 
I have my own tale to tell, 
yet it is rather strange and lengthy as well. 
Then, once again, we're all odd in some way. 
Each one of us is strange, so say what you'll say. 
If you've something to tell, that's all very well, 
but means nothing if you hide it under your shell.