"My friends call me cold hearted; That I can't care, I may be cold hearted, but that doesn't mean I can't; it just means I wont do it willingly. You may say my friends are rude, calling me cold hearted. I don't blame them, because I know its true, deep deep down inside, if anyone could hear my thoughts, they would know, I don't care. It is not because I don't have the ability to, its merely because I don't want to. Say what you want, do as you please, Just know, you aren't gonna hurt me. I may be cowardly, but trust me, deep down, I'm alone and free. People wonder why I don't speak to them at school, they'll say hi, and I'll turn my head and hide. Some people Think I'm rude for ignoring them. Others will say I'm shy. But the people who ask, never bother to stay and get me to talk. It doesn't bother me though, It was never easy to make friends. As soon as I made one, I was done. Yet somehow, I made more. It never occured to me that people liked the person I am portrayed to be. But that's not me, It's her. It will always be her. She is a shell of myself. The one who shows emotions, Happiness. Sadness. Confusion. Boredom. Excitement. You name It I can show it. But me? Well, my friend thats a lost cause, because the real me died a long time ago."