She ponder,
She wonders,
She just couldn’t figure it out.
Why are some people,
Just so weird?
Are they out just to make her suffer?
Or are they just don’t like her?
They claim to love her,
They claim to care about her.
But their actions always seem otherwise.
Or perhaps,
Is her cold, frozen, barrier,
Just unable to feel their warmth radiating out?
She is not just cold,
Is years of these,
Made her built that icy barrier.
She is confused,
She is troubled,
On whether to love,
Or to hate?
Lucky for her,
Her heart is still beating and warm.
Because of her willpower,
And her newfound source of energy.
His love,
Made her heart feel so warm.
So warm,
That made her who she is now.
That made her felt as least someone cared.
That made her have something to hold onto.
That made her have something to look forward to.
That made her still alive in this cruel world.
