Walking Lost Poem by Kimberly Polk

Walking lost in this thing they call life.

Being pulled in different directions,
By different people
wanting different things

Some call me cold,
a walking corpse,
but those who...
have broken through,
the barrier around my heart..
will say

I'm a energetic, loving person.

You have to earn my trust..
before you see the real me,
trust is not a thing I give to just any one.

Some say I'm cold,
but they don't know the real me.