COLD
I am such a cold person,
I don’t like affection, and i hate protection.
All I ever want to do is be by myself unless I welcome you,
I like things to stay the same not come in with the new.
I have a heart to give,
I just don't want people to try to and make me live.
I don't really like to cry,
But deep down I don’t want to always hide.
Maybe if people just sometimes didn’t make up myths,
I wouldn’t of started this poem to begin with...