​”Others speak,   of how indifferent you are

            But they know not what’s true

                Or of what you’ve been through.

      All they see is a cold exterior

            Shun away the world,   with an austere barrier.
But the deepest corners of your soul

            Sing a story,   that’s been left untold

              For once,   those barriers didnt exist

                  Buried within was a heart   –   umbrageous
A heart within which dwelled a flame

            Like a glimmer of sunshine 

              Radiating warmth,   enough to destroy the night

      Shunning the shadows with light

            For in glee,   she took delight
But today this heart’s pieces

            Lay strewn;   desultorily,   in this condemned house

              Covered in layers of dirt and scars

                Finding solace,   only within walls
For now all you see

            Is no fragile being

              A cold exterior,   it is

For the world need not know

                  Of the cold-hearted’s war”