The Man with the shell

Greying hair,
Aching bones,
I sit here in despair,
Speaking to you in hushed tones.

Why this misery?
Oh, what have I done wrong?
Hurts more than slavery,
Will I ever be strong?

DON'T Stare,
They say "All's well",
What do 'they' care,
'bout 'The Man with the Shell'?