Why am I cold?
I am slowly changing.
It isn’t my body that is growing cold.
It’s my heart that is turning cold.
As each day passes,
a very small piece of my heart turns to ice.
The question remains:
What is the source of this chill?
Is it my self inflected isolation?
Could it be my inner and old frustration with humanity?
It’s possible that the missing part of my heart is the cause,
or is it my feeling of unaccomplished ambition from High School?
If none of them are the cause, it must be the sacrifice I’ve dread.
Though the power that comes after the sacrifice I desire greatly,
but it means I sacrifice my best feature.
My great heart is what makes me unique.
What is more important,
the might and determination I desire
or my great heart?