Walking lost in this thing they call life.
Being pulled in different directions,
By different people
wanting different things
Some call me cold,
a walking corpse,
but those who...
have broken through,
the barrier around my heart..
will say
I'm a energetic, loving person.
You have to earn my trust..
before you see the real me,
trust is not a thing I give to just any one.
Some say I'm cold,
but they don't know the real me.
Kimberly Polk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-lost/
