I am the ice queen born on the 1st Perhaps that’s what makes me mean, makes me one of the worst. I didn’t realize I wore the crown
I didn’t look in the mirror didn’t see my frown, all I could see is my eyes dimly lit near death. I hated so that the ice queen was me, I hurt so much didn’t like whatj I see.
I used to have a warm caring heart but the stench, pain, decay, and state of this world tore and ripped it apart.
It used people, places, things and severed my mind.
Making what’s truthful and real so hard to find.
This ice isn’t melting, in fact it gets bigger every day.
I’m starting to think this ice queen won’t ever melt away.