His cold words have whipped me,
Just like the wind,
For far too long.
He has never understood me,
My heart,
My mind,
My thoughts.

I hide from him,
I know I do.
I cower when he comes near.
I am closed off,
This sheet of ice is my shield.
My cover.

I don't know how to open up,
And let him truly know me.
He assumes that I will never change,
But I know that with time, it comes.
Change.

It will.

I will.

I am different.
I can be cold,
And mean,
And hidden.

I could change.
I could be warm,
And nice,
And open.

He never believes in me,
He never has.
His faith wanes when he sees me.
I am a sight that he shuns,
That he turns away from.

I am underestimated by him.
In numbers that I cannot count.
He only trusts me to work.
I am supposed to grow,
Get bigger,
But that is all.

His disappointment is clear.
His thoughts heard when not spoken.
It kills to have him feel this way,
As he hates me.

Though to him, I am in the way.
He only wants to get past,
But I just stay here.
I float.

Still.

As ice.

I am going to change.
I know it.
I will get out of this chill,
And be warm again.

He will understand.
Then he won't hate me anymore,
And I will be accepted.

For who I am.

For who I will be.