I am the heartless, I am the lifeless, I am the careless, I am 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 hearts existence, If it exists why is it so dense, Allowing nothing in for even an instance, You all pass judement 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 s