Phsyco And Zombie. Poem by Jodie Louise Pollock

The soft breeze tickles my skin.
The calm waves lap around my feet.
The gorgeous ice cream melts down my fingers.
The beautiful sun warms my cold body. Cold.
Im always so cold..
On the outside im normal, warm. On the insdie im cold, quivering.
A chill settles in my heart. My bones shiver..

My blood boils. My pulse races. My fingers tremble.
I fling the ice cream! Slash!
Hard, heavy breathing. Rasping through my teath.

Confusion..
My heart slows. Heat dies down. Cold again...
Heat is anger.. Anger. I feel is often. Heat.. Cold. Heat. Cold.
Never ever warm.. Im never warm. Never in the middle. With everyone else.
Im one side or the other.
Right now. Im cold again.. The sun still shines. My heart still quivers.
I look at my ice cream. Shame..
Heat does that to me. I dont know what im doing. I dont know what puts me that way.
I dont know how it stops.
Its wrong. Scary. Dangerous. Im dangerous.
Im dangerous, to myself.
In heat, i cut, again and again. In cold, i look, people look, i dissapoint, i dont feel.
Which do i prefer? Heat or cold?
Heat is pain. Cold is numb. Both are dangerous.
Dangerous to me. Only me. I can only hurt myself.
I like both. Phsyco and Zombie. Thats me.
I like both. I like being dangerous..
To myself.