I am
#2 of Poems
I am cold and closed
I wonder what the after life holds for me
I hear the scornful comments that most people think of me
I see a baron wasteland pledged by the walking dead
I want to find true happiness in ones loving touch
I am cold and closed
I pretend to be human
I feel Death's kiss so close and cold
I touch the moiré wishing for others to see my true being
I worry about little
I cry on the inside over the deaths of the people close to my heart
I am cold and closed
I understand that my physical being is human
I say that life is mostly hell with a little happiness
I dream I'll find the right person to love and open up to
I try to live this life I've been dealt
I hope I'll find other who are like me
I am cold and closed