It's cold out, and the weather's frigid.
I frown throughout the dreary day.
The sky is blank and there are no clouds.
Gray and wasted away.
My emotions have run high.
My patience are way too low.
I cannot imagine how I am to get passed this horrible time, blow to blow.
They keep coming, stalking me.
I am now a mute spectacle.
Made fun of for all of the world to see.
One thing they always ask is,
how do I live life being me?
I cry and cry myself to sleep at night.
I feel as if all fight have left my forgotten body.