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=== User: Please provide a detail breakdown and analysis of the following poem: ===
Please provide a detail breakdown and analysis of the following poem:

Outer Shell
The pressure exists
Both inside and out
The stone on my chest
As my heart pushes doubt

Unable to speak
As my inner voice shouts
Unable to think
As I drink from dark fountains

Pouring over the poorest 
Of my most porous mountains
Brittle, intact, attacked with such malice
Cringe at the facts that lack any true value

Inherited merit from pain overshared
No wonder we live on, the dying impaired
If only the good die young, 
Then the young must suffer well

To leave this pale, unstately prison
Known as the body, the vessel, the cell
A.K.A. our little slice of unpleasant, 
Our personal plot of hell

And if you at all know what I mean
I’m sure you know it well
And hate it deep until you're weary
Because it’s the inner paint of the outer shell