You have no idea how much I can hate
Even though you’re my
you really have no idea,
like frost clouding a window,
seeping into my heart,
You don’t know that I have learned to “hate like a woman” (to quote a good book),
to hate not with a firery, intense
but with cool, strong, unyeilding
To never forget
to stay strong like winter,
And you’ll never know.
Because I am a chamelion;
my face and demenor change with the breeze,
but I can melt into the shadows too.
You don’t realize how easily I can make people forget
that I’m “mad”,
all the while turning these useless emotions into something helpful,
my beloved ice.