I was never a sad child,
a sensitive child, an emotional child.
I went with the flow,
I adapted with change,
I loved as much as I could.
But things happened, tragedy stroke,
but I never stopped loving.
Rather I stopped allowing myself to want it,
to crave something so bittersweet.
And I became callous and emotionless and reserved,
molded myself to survive against the odds-
I am a fucking cockroach.
And yet even under the hideous surface,
my heart still beats somewhere.
