You look at me and all you see
Is a strong, frozen and stolid person.
Don’t you see the real me,
Concealed behind a poker-face, broken.
If you could only break down my wall,
Then I could show my true feelings.
You might be able to prevent my fall,
Or even melt the icings.
Within I feel wretched,
However feeble and raging.
With you at my side, at least I feel guided,
And a little less wandering.