Cold Heart
People think that my heart is cold.
And that I don’t feel anything.
But no one is made of gold,
And I am very sensitive.
All they see is my serious face,
Without knowing who I am.
People smile to me, but in case
They try to sit far away from me.
All I do is pretend, to be a cold-hearted.
I don’t remember when this fake game started.
People who surround me don’t know me at all.
Some of them are trying to break down this wall.
I am really afraid to let them come closer.
I am just playing; I am my life’s composer.
I am not surprised that they don’t like me.
I try to save myself; it’s the reason why I hide me.
2018-02-14 09:58:48
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