nothing can touch me,
i am outside of myself
you can merely peer,
a foggy looking glass into stone heart
maybe i do want to end up alone
i feel as though i am entering an adolescence
long-since denied
everyone else is growing up, growing out--
i grow in.
my excitement for all things has ceased to exist
my expectation of criticism
the only thing i see in my future
i really am so callous and determined not to cry
that i welcome complacency
stop bothering me.
