I'm a non-feeling person in a world of emotions,
a peaceful person filled with rage.
Death is my fate in a world of life;
I feel sad and depressed
yet I'm surrounded by glee.
I feel secure in a thick warm blanket,
knowing the danger awaits
feeling the fear on the other side.
I fight for nothing or no one only myself.
Others fight for love ones or what they believe in.
Caring is useless carries no meaning for me,
only the others all around
who show kindness to strangers.
I feel as if I'm an ice cube
while the rest of the world is a warm drink.
I'm frozen to the emotions around me.
I'm impatient yet I wait for nothing
I look at everything taking in the scenery
with eyes close in selfishness
But with all my faults I have one strength:
I tell the truth never hiding or blaming others,
forever remaining true to myself
and the many people around me.
Yeah a little poem of condradictions stare
dark angelic memories Community Member 
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