Warm hands, Heart of ice

it has a few naughty bleeped out words.... but its about me

"you're a b***"
"i noticed."
"and a f**"
"sorry, i'm straight, i'm glad you're interested though."
An intake of breath.
She was mad,
 at me,
 like usual.
 Just like the others.
I inerly smirked,
Why?
so why?
Why so cruel,
So mean?
one question,
meant so deep,
but finally answered right here.
I hate them,
Or just don't care.
Thats wat i want to say
Blurt to the world
The world that gazes into my eyes
So icy, hollow, in their own little void
The one person with a heart of ice
But it's not true.
If you attatch emotion.
You know, feelings,
Such as love, happiness, or caring
They happily break that jewel,
Or cover it in dirt,
Until it shatters,
Into nothingness,
Into wanting to be hollow
Just like me.
So nothing works better.
No hurt feelings for me
Instead, I work
I'm strong,
And my blood always burns with fire,
that i took with me from texas,
That always stays.
Warm hands in blizzards.
When others are chilled.
My inner blazing fire.
Because i'm distant
And a loner
Emotion is weakness,
They found it once,
Then rip it out with claws of fury
Then laugh
Full throated roaring laughs
At my pain,
At my tears
Grins,
Sick grins
They destroyed me,
And they still smile
Like its nothing
So now take a look.
Take a look at me.
I dare you.
Look into those icy pits
Hollow of everything that seems human
Warm hands, heart of ice