Ice-Queen Poem by Faith Evanstar

I know what they call me,
When I walk out of the room.

I know what they think of me,
When I walk by.

I know,
And it hurts more that wounds ever will.

But it's not true.
I have feelings,
Though heavily gaurded.
I have a heart,
Locked up deep inside.

I may not show it,
But I hurt just like you.

I'm not what you think I am,
I'm anything but.

I will show you,
Who I really am.

Anything but,
An ice-queen.