
Some Things About Me
Cold
It's not the air
Nor the lack of heat
It's my body
Turning me cold.
I felt before the isolation
My expression once giddy is glacial
Nothing manages to last long
Everything seems to disperse
Into thick fog.
Unlike what I may seem
I either have to hide it all
Or bare myself naked
You'd see me shivering
Shuddering
So cold..
But despite it
Your touches feel burning
Scroching
Too much.
You can't free me yet
Not when I'm unwilling to
Please don't try to strip away any more
I'm feeling faint with blotches of blue
The mask I had was warm
Maybe if I had it on again
I could fool you
And I wouldn't be so damn cold.