Who am I?

You treat me like I am a disease person

Feel like every inch I have to earn it.

Steady back steady away

Don't know if I could even get out of my bed and up today.

Remember your words used to come so softly.

Now here you are lofting my heart in the air.

Throwing it away and where it lands

Who knows where.

All I see is your cold stare.

Will I ever be the same?

Is this who I am

Or just who I am today

Can a trust be repaid?

Can a heart be un frayed?

Is this what I have to live with

To the grave.

I hold out my arms

Feels like icicles cutting like knives

While I gaze into my own compromised smile

Holding you while you resent me and my time.

I know I'm not your favorite personality

Style is outdated as you like to see it

Just burns a hole in me.

Face unbothered but eyes hollowed

Like an indented frame.

Will I ever be the same?

Is this who I am

Or just who I am today