It oozes from my pores.
I know it does.
I hate it, and try desperately to scrub it away.
Then I am told I am cold.
Heartless, it seems.
I am distant, and not present.
Where is the middle ground though?
I struggle as I sway between being clingy and shut off.
I try to find a balance, but it seems impossible.
People looking the other way.
I want to scream "Can't you fucking see me?! I'm a person too. Would you like to be ignored? Just answer me!"
But I know I shouldn't.
So I am quiet.