I'm so cold, frozen solid all around.
I let the hot water scald my skin, tint it pink,
But I still feel frozen. No one can melt this harbored soul,
Harbored by ice and terrified to a fault.
I drown myself in anonymous guilt
From those I've wronged but never remembered.
My bitter perspective on the world
Will become my one and only fault.
While seeing a world so full of emotional disdain,
I will have forgotten to see
The part of the world that has its beautiful things,
Thus, I will be another person all together.
The wintry chill that has set beside me
Is mere fate.
I know I'm a chilly soul,
At least no one tells me how I should think.