Why am I this way I ask my cold heart?
Why do you betray me when I try to do what's right?
Why are you wrestling me on the ground taking every good thing away?
Everyday I keep striving to keep my smile on my faces and positively
but here is the place with it melts with my anxiety.
Why is it I flinch away at touches?
Physical contact seems to scar me mentally causing me to hide away even when my thoughts are of it being okay.
It seems my natural instinct has taken control of my human form,
even when my mind screams thoughts of hushing this inter child inside me.
Yet, my heart seems to be hot and cold even though I perceive it as frozen solid when I yearn for it to be a warm flame on a Winters day.
It seems I cannot bite my tongue,
nor control my body because I have become primal with age.
Now I wish to run away from the person I could land up being.
This human who is the blazing hot Summer on a frightfully cold Winters day.
Now I ask again why am I this way, fighting against my own beating heart?
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