I’m Chill
Cool to the point of freezing
Cold on the outside
And it’s not because I don’t care
Or that I hold no compassion
It’s because I’ve seen.
Seen too many people
Be sorry
Complain
Whine
Fret
Cry
For the reasons that don’t matter
I do cry
For those who deserve to be cried for
I do complain
When I strongly believe
I do whine
When I rant
I do fret
When life isn’t cooperating
But I’ve seen too much
Heard too much
Felt to many things
And it’s made me cold.
Because I’ve been in red-hot situations
So that small things don’t matter
And I’m sorry
If the chilly winds that I give off
Make you cold as well
Sneha Kandalgaonkar