Frozen
I am frozen. I can't move Can't speak Can't breathe. Stares penetrate me, Seeing straight to my soul, And all the stress comes crashing down around my head. My hands are shaking, May teeth gnaw at my lip, And I stumble over my words as I try to talk. I look for help, but find none, And I become colder and colder. I may seem bright and happy, But on the inside, I have shards of ice through my heart. I am scared of speaking in front of crowds, Even though I love to talk face-to-face. I hate to hurt someone, Even though I act like I don't care, like I am ok. I don't say the words, not in front of anyone, But I do think them. Often. But I am a good person, At least, I try to be, I think? I don't know anymore, I don't know who I am. But then I turn to you, And you show me the light inside you, Which can be inside me, You comfort me when I am Frozen, Light a fire in my heart that melts the ice, And teach me to breathe again.
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