I'm The Heartless

By: The illusionist

I'm the heartless,

I'm the lifeless 

I'm the careless, 

I'm the fearless.

This is what I’m constantly told, 

The  story of how I’ve became so cold,

A story I once denied, but the truth is hard to hide.

Of all the things I’ve been called, 

From calling me simply insane all the way to the mere profane,

None have affected me this way,

From fearless, lifeless, nor careless,

So much as being referred to as heartless 

I have began to question my heart existence,

If it exists why is it so dense, 

Allowing nothing in for even an instance, 

You all pass jugdment  on me,

But you don’t understand my standing ,

I see caring as a weakness, it allows in so much pain,

It’s why I’ve became so weak, so hurt, 

I see caring as something simply mundane ,

Making me what you say I became , 

But I’m not the one to blame,

Blame the ones I let inside, 

Who betrayed  me and never tried,

To prevent the tears that I’ve  cried,

I put my trust in them, 

And it was crushed from within , 

I gave up hope in  any other, 

I no longer keep believing,  

I refuse to put my faith in another, 

Never more shall I allow suffering, 

To have any opportune moment like, 

Like the ones in such plain sight, 

The ones already occurring, 

Where I have been hurt from inside, 

The pain has been obscuring, 

Blocking my view of life, 

But I shall continue enduring, 

Old ties cut by knife, 

I will not be classified, 

My heart can no longer be denied,

I’m not heartless ,

I have a heart that surely exists.

Though it’s merely a cage. 

With the key long lost away.

The interior of it cast in grey,

I don’t see why you’d want in anyway,

But now you understand this little mess ,

Think twice before you speak, 

And call me the one HEARTLESS  

I'm The Heartless