Empty words are all I hear.
Lies upon lies are what they are.
Cold words cut me deeply.
Lasting pain that never seems to fade.
Accusing words let guilt destroy me.
Till everything is my fault.
All these words do so much damage,
but no one knows...
and no one cares.
I feel so little sympathy,
for the poor cursed strangers I meet.
I care little for the world and it's views,
defying them all for no reason then I can.
I have no passion,
I have no drive...
I simply live the life handed to me.
Because I'm cold.
People avoid looking me in the eye,
my frosty gaze unsettles them.
My emotions seem to be non-exsitant,
because they are so numb.
I am so distant from people,
only watching as they die.
Because I'm cold.
There's more to me then that.
A deep longing hidden deep within,
that no one seems to see.
A part of me that screams out,
begging for someone's warm embrace...
someone's love...
because I'm cold.
If the world sees you as a monster,
what can you do ?
-----Catherine